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tobiasjace19 · 6 years

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True Colors

A/N: Yo! This is my entry to IzuOcha week 2017! I was supposed to write 1 story per day but acads got in the way. This came out longer than intended. I’m sorry this is mostly trash??? Because I have abysmal writing skills at this point in my life??? /cries

Tagging @izuochaweek because why not

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Izuku was never a crowd person. He always felt uncomfortable being surrounded by throngs of people, especially because it was easy for something to go wrong in the midst of those sea of people. Also, the stress that can be induced by the noise of dozens, or even hundreds, of persons talking all at once can be detrimental to his mental faculties.

That’s why he felt like fainting upon hearing the loud cheers of the whole student body to the previous performer.

Static noise then pierced the air as the UA resident instructor and pro hero Present Mic grabbed the microphone from Tetsutetsu of Class 1-B, who just finished rocking the whole campus with a Panic! At the Disco song.

“Wwwwooooooooow!” Present Mic exclaimed. “That was a bombastic performance! Really got our blood pumping, eh,” he added while clapping the lead vocalist on the back.

Despite his fidgety state, Izuku still noted some of the happenings on the stage. Tetsutetsu’s legs were shaking so much that Izuku thought he could feel the tremors until his position in the backstage. Meanwhile, the guitarists Monoma and Kendo, and the keyboard player Shiozaki were all hugging and high-fiving each other, leaving Tetsutetsu to deal with the spotlight.

“Looking for someone in the crowd?”

Izuku swore he could have fainted from shock at the sudden voice behind his back. He turned so quickly All Might would have been proud at his reflexes.

Shouto was staring at him questioningly, waiting for him to answer. He was wearing a red coat, white undershirt, and black bowtie that suited his hair quite well.

“Um, not… really,” he said weakly.

Izuku then heard a loud snort from behind Shouto.

“Huh… Ain’t buying that shit,” Kacchan remarked. He slung the red electric guitar that he’s going to use later on his shoulder.

Just like Shouto, he was clad in a red coat with a crème-colored shirt underneath. However, unlike Izuku’s fire-and-ice friend, Kacchan ditched the bowtie. “I don’t like some fucking thing choking me all throughout the performance!” Kacchan growled at them when his bandmates insisted he wear the bowtie.

“You’re just looking for your crush.”

“N-no, I’m not! I’m just nervous, being the front man and everything, and I’m afraid I hit the wrong notes and ruin the image of the whole class and—”

“Whatever, nerd. Just don’t mess up later,” the blond boy interjected before Izuku could proceed to another mumble storm.

Izuku sighed. Don’t mess up, huh…

The presenters from 1-B then entered the backstage, pulling Izuku out from his reverie. Shiozaki looked as serene as always, wearing a white flowing dress, a brown-and-black wedge shoes, and a silver headband that accentuated the green of her hair. Trailing behind her, laughing vivaciously was Kendo, with a get-up quite similar to Shiozaki’s, save for the brown boots.

However, it didn’t help Izuku’s nerves to see 1-B’s front man look so rattled and disheveled after that performance. He was trembling so much that Monoma had to support him.

When the sandy-haired boy saw 1-A’s performers, he flashed his trademark smirk.

“Well, well, if it isn’t class 1-A,” Monoma started.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite douchebag,” Bakugou flatly replied.

Monoma laughed. He was about to retort back when a big hand slapped his face, knocking him unconscious, and his trembling classmate unsupported. As a result, both fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Izuku found the scene quite comical and would have laughed his ass out if only his whole body was not on overdrive.

“Sorry about that guys,” Kendo apologized profusely to the three boys of 1-A. “I wish I could find a perfect gag for him so he could just stop pestering you guys.”

Bakugou looked unimpressed. “A little bit kinky, aren’t you?”

Before Izuku could call out the latter’s off-hand remark, Present Mic’s voice boomed on the speakers.

“All riiiiiiiiiight!”

At that the audience went wild again.

“We’re down to the last performance of the night for this year’s festival! Whoooooo’s excited?!”

Izuku thought the cheering couldn’t get any louder but apparently, it could. Present Mic seemed to be enjoying the attention he’s getting, Izuku noted.

“Our last, but definitely not the least, performers will prove tonight that they’re not only good at fighting villains, but they also excel in other… non-school stuff!”

At that, the audience laughed. Todoroki looked unfazed by the comment while Bakugou was ready to smash the electric guitar on Mic’s head. Izuku, on the other hand, felt like his undershirt was choking him.

Present Mic then gesticulated wildly, pointing his fingers on so many directions while speaking. “Without further ado, here is… CLASS 1-A!!!”

That was the trio’s cue to enter the stage. People went wild with their cheers that Izuku feared some of them might get their vocal chords torn.

Todoroki and Bakugou seemed to be unaffected by the immense attention they’re getting and immediately proceeded to their spots. Meanwhile, Izuku felt like the distance between the stage entrance to the microphone stand increased tenfold.

C’mon Izuku, you can do it. I can do this. Think of it as like controlling One for All. Yes, just keep calm and—

Things happened too quickly for him to process. Izuku was just walking then the next moment, his face hit the stage floor.

The audience went silent. The only audible sounds then were the gentle blow of the chilly November air, the soft sound of static from the sound system, and the blood boiling in Izuku’s ears.

Embarrassing. Truly embarrassing. Way to impress someone.

He moved to get up when one familiar voice sliced through the air. “You can do it, Deku!”

Izuku went stock still for a moment. His mind flashed back many months before, just when before everything started.

It would have been bad luck if you fell.

Brown hair. Red, plump, round cheeks. And that smile. Yes, that smile that lit up a fire inside him since that day.

It took him so long to notice and acknowledge those budding feelings inside him. Seeing her smile, through thick and thin, failures and victories, and everything in between—this urged him to stand up and walk towards the center of the stage, where he must face one of his greatest challenges yet.

Of course, part of that challenge was Bakugou embarrassing him more.

“My damn God, Deku. That was spectacular,” Katsuki commented.

The audience then burst in laughter. He was busy tuning his guitar, but he really made time to make Izuku feel like he was a failure.

“I think Midoriya’s way of clearing his head was to bang his head on the floor,” Todoroki joked on the microphone.

Well, to Izuku, it seemed like Todoroki joked. But the audience once again fell silent, as they didn’t know how to handle a flatly-delivered joke by the overpowered son of Endeavour.

Just then a heartful laugh echoed throughout the grounds. Both Izuku and Shouto snapped their heads in the direction of the person of interest. Much to their surprise, it was Momo who was laughing. She was followed by Ochako, who was standing beside her, then the rest of the 1-A girls followed suit. Some of the 1-A boys (who were probably afraid of being turned into a human icicle) started to giggle as well.

But what surprised Izuku was the little smile and the very faint blush on Shouto’s face when he saw it was Momo who expressed joy first.

Bakugou then tapped his mic twice to get the attention of the audience.

“So much for awkward moments.” Ever the practical man, Izuku thought.

“All right, let’s begin then!” Izuku cheerfully said. This seemed to rile up the audience a bit, giving him the much needed confidence boost.

“Are you fuckin’ ready?!” Katsuki’s voice boomed all over the place. While most of the people cheered, most of 1-A looked at him in horror.

“Kacchan! This is not the right place for cursing!” The green-haired boy admonished.

“So what? It’s a festival, nerd. Hey damn half ‘n’ half, tell this nerd to have some fun a bit.”

The fire-and-ice user looked at both of them in his usual poker-face. “He’s actually right, Bakugou. You should not be cursing in front of this many people.”

Not satisfied with the answer, Katsuki groaned in irritation. “Oh for fuck’s sake let’s begin.”

He strummed his electric guitar, throwing the audience into a frenzy.

Amidst the loud cheering of the people, Izuku noted how near his classmates were to the stage. They were standing four or five rows behind the barricade set up approximately four meters from the stage.

From where he was standing, Izuku could clearly see her—her brunette hair bouncing to the pace of her intense jumping and cheering. He sincerely hoped that from where she stood, she could clearly see him.

Izuku cleared his throat to placate his growing nervousness. “Okay, what we’ll be performing today is dedicated to all those who are facing tremendous challenges right now and—"

“For crying out loud. This song is actually dedicated to his crushey crushey Round Face there.” Bakugou pointed to where Ochako was standing.

Of course. Of fucking course, Izuku thought, he would say that, dammit.

Poor Izuku was mustering everything he can to prevent himself from being a blushing mess. So far he was failing.

“I-it’s not like that! Kacchan why do you—"

“Let’s get this shit done already, nerd,” Katsuki interrupted, preparing to hit the first notes. “Are you fuckin’ ready!?” He roared. This made the audience cheer so loudly again.

Izuku sighed in defeat, preparing himself instead for the performance of his life.

It’s now or never.

Katsuki started to strum his guitar and the audience fell silent.

A month ago…

Fall just started, and the students of Class 1-A in UA High School began to garb themselves in autumn clothes in preparation for the relentless cold in the coming months.

As the cold began to percolate in their lives, the students’ weekends were now spent just inside the dormitories, rather than going out to leisurely expeditions. Who could blame them? It was such a perfect weather for just laying at bed in home or just watching TV.

Come Saturday nighttime, the girls of 1-A decided to watch some movies on the television. While this bummed out many of the boys because they couldn’t play their video games, they just let the girls be to avoid unnecessary arguments.

As for Izuku Midoriya, the successor of All Might, he couldn’t waste no time in training. He often went outside an hour or two after dinner, not going too far from the dorms, to practice his signature One for All Full Cowl kick.

It was a little past 10 o’clock in the evening when Izuku finished his routine workout. After entering the dorms, he heard some voices coming from the common room. Still drying the sweat in his hair, he walked to the door, trying to see the persons in there.

Standing in the doorstep, he saw the squad of 1-A girls all huddled in the sofa in their pajamas and bed clothes. Mina was holding a bowl the contained what looked like popcorn. Momo, on the other hand, was wrapped with a blanket around her person. Tsuyu and Ochako were lying their heads on both shoulders of Jirou, who was quietly sipping something from the glass she was holding. Izuku took a while to notice Hagakure, who, with her invisibility quirk, was really a struggle to find.

All of them were watching intently on the movie playing in the television. From his vantage point, he could recognize the show. He saw it in the internet several times over the past months. He had little interest in movies but he read that prominent singers were cast to the main roles.

Izuku went to get a bottle of water in the kitchen refrigerator to the adjacent room from the common area when Ochako spoke.

“Oh my god here it is!”

“Ssssh!” Mina immediately interjected.

“No spoilers! No spoilers!” Hagakure hurriedly said, in a hushed tone.

“Oh god I love this part, makes me tear up again,” Ochako commented, her voice shaking quite a bit.

Izuki paused to see what’s the fuss about in the movie.

It seemed that the main characters were trapped in a cauldron to be served as food for evil guys. The main female character, who, from the start, was the cheerful one, finally lost her resolve and got drained of color, of life. She stood in the middle of her people, looking dejected at putting everyone dear to her in danger.

The colorless dude, who Izuku thought was the main male character, watched in horror as the liveliest person he knew lose hope.

At that point, Izuku heard some sniffling from the girls, presumably from Ochako. He had to stifle a laugh so as not to compromise his position.

The characters in the movie were all silent and colorless, as they all lost hope. Then, when the main male character started singing, the girls almost sobbed. Apparently, the one who sang didn’t sing much in his life, but his voice was angelic.

By the time the singing was all done, the girls were all crying, wiping tears from their faces. Izuku found it quite amusing, to say the least. It’s not all the time he could witness the girls of 1-A in a vulnerable state. He felt like he was violating their personal space but he can’t help but watch as the scene unfolded before him.

When the characters were making their escape, Mina spoke up.

“That was…,” a sniff, “…so heartwarming,” she said in between sniffs.

“I know! I’ve been listening to the rendition of that song for two weeks already and it really makes me feel so… blessed,” Ochako replied.

“I’m so going to play this on my guitar later,” Jirou commented.

“Both of their voices were so sweet, I can’t even!” Hagakure excitedly said.

“Indeed, their moment was one of a kind,” Momo supplied.

Tsuyu looked at them though with her usual expression. “You wished something like that happens to you and Todoroki-kun?”

Momo’s eyes widened and immediately buried her face in her blanket. The other girls picked up on this and teased her immediately.

Izuku watched their silly banter and walked away from the doorframe as silent as a cat. As he dragged himself to his room, he mentally took note of everything he saw earlier, thinking it could be of some use later.

Katsuki sang first, just as practiced.

“You with the sad eyes…”

Loud cheers erupted from the audience. Even though he heard it many times before for the past two weeks, it still amazed Izuku that Katsuki had a nice voice. He hit the correct notes as he sang the first lines.

“Don’t be discouraged, though I realize… It’s hard to take courage…”

“In this world full of people, you can lose sight of it all,” Shouto, while playing his keyboard, continued singing.

“The darkness inside you, can make you feel so small…”

Izuku swore he saw girls faint when they heard Shouto’s voice. Well, he can’t blame them. It was the first time the whole school population heard of them singing.

Katsuki and Shouto continued in playing the instrumental part of the song. Izuku was surprised that they aren’t missing a single note. He had to keep up.

It was Izuku Midoriya’s time to shine.

“Show me a smile then…,” Izuku began.

Suddenly the whole audience began to go wild again. He was surprised at the reaction, but he kept on going, searching the crowd for one familiar face.

“…don’t be unhappy, can’t remember when… I last saw you laughing…”

At that last line, the three of them sang in unison.

“This world makes you crazy…,” Katasuki sang.

“And you’ve taken all you can bear…,” Shouto continued.

“Just call me up—” Izuku mimicked the phone call hand signal and winked at the general direction of Ochako, hoping he looked as half as cool as his two bandmates.

“And I will always be there,” they sang in unison again.

After the long sustain, the trio cut the sound and silence engulfed the venue.

In four beats, the performers of 1-A continued the song to its chorus.

“And I see your true colors, shining through…”

As Izuku sang the first line, he thought he locked eyes with Ochako for a moment. In that instant, he felt he can do anything.

He reached out his hand, as if to take her hand, hoping she would take his hand.

“I see your true colors,”

Izuku closed his eyes, internalizing the emotions of the song, making his voice blend with the Shouto and Katsuki.

“And that’s why I love you.”

Surprisingly, Izuku hit the high notes perfectly. But what surprised him more was that he was the only who sang that last line in the chorus when in fact it was supposed to be the three of them.

The audience looked as surprised as he thought he did, Izuku noticed. Also, most of his classmates in 1-A were looking at Ochako, as he seemed to be pointing to her when he sang that line. Of course, Katsuki had to fan the fire up.

“There you have it folks, the confession of the year,” Katsuki smiled at Izuku.

The audience, for the nth time during their performance, went wild. And most of them were clapping at Izuku. His brain almost stopped working. Never did he get this much attention in his whole life, and to think they were all praising him.

But what almost made Izuku curl up in a ball and never come out was the look on Ochako’s face.

The brunette’s face was as red as a tomato, and tears were brimming in her eyes. He hoped to whichever deity that those tears in her eyes were tears of joy, and not sorrow or whatever negative emotion.

At that he decided he won’t half-ass this performance. If this is indeed the confession of the year, then I’ll make it one, he thought.

Izuku tapped the microphone twice and continued on with the song.

“So don’t be afraid, to let them show…,” he locked eyes with Ochako again.

“Your true colors, true colors are beautiful.” At that Shouto and Bakugou joined Izuku.

“Like a rainbow…,” Izuku finished, as Bakugou provided the secondary vocals.

It was Shouto who played the ending instrumental sounds. After removing his fingers from the keyboard, hwnce cutting the sound, the crowd burst in cheers. They were all clapping at them, shouting heart-warming words.

Izuku can’t help but tear up. He did it. He finally did it. The performance was done and the people liked it.

He felt Bakugou give him a hard pat in the back, enough to gouge his lungs out.

“Nice one, nerd. You’ll finally have a girlfriend.”

Izuku’s eyes widened at the comment.

“It’s not like that Kacchan! I—”

“Good job, Midoriya. The crowd approves of your technique,” Shouto added while gently patting the freckle-faced boy.

“Not you too, Todoroki-kun!”

As he was about to defend himself, Present Mic entered the stage.

For the most part of the post-performance banter with Present Mic, Izuku didn’t register anything. Only the fact that Ochako disappeared from the crowd was what he was able to process.

Oh no, was she mad at me? Did she disapprove of my “confession”? Am I going to be rejected? Does she only see me as a friend? All those thoughts flitted on his mind, making him think of negative thoughts on the most inopportune moments.

As the trio made their way towards the backstage, Izuku thought of an apology to Ochako. He shouldn’t have made such a thing so public. It might have caused her undue embarrassment and attention.

He immediately went to their dressing room, only to find out Mina standing in front of their door.

He was shocked when Mina suddenly hugged him and whispered something in his ear.

“The dorms. Rooftop. Hurry. She’s waiting.”

After that she went on to hug Todoroki and give Katsuki an acknowledging nod.

Without even bothering to change into more comfortable clothes, he picked up his bag, and dashed towards the dorms.

Upon getting out of the venue, he saw throngs of people waiting outside for him. Since he was in a hurry, he just used One for All to propel himself upwards and towards the dorms.

He got good at estimating the trajectory of his landing that he landed just in the front lawn of the 1-A dorms.

Izuku dashed inside thw building and climbed the flight of stairs towards the rooftop. When he saw the door, he breathed in a lungful of air before turning the knob and opening the door of the unknown.

The cool, chilly air greeted Izuku when he opened the door. He need not scan the surroundings to search for who he was looking for.

Directly in his path stood the woman that left him awestruck every time he sees her. For the past few months, he lied in his bed late at night, thinking about her ecstatic energy and smiling face. When he closed his eyes, he could hear her voice, encouraging him to do his best, and this lulled him to sleep. And when he slept, he looked forward to waking up to a new day in which he could see her again.

He walked slowly, steeling himself to face her and apologize properly for what he did. She did not turn around when he walked in, so he had to walk his way to her side.

Once he was within arm’s length from her, he cleared his throat, and started talking.

“Umm… Uraraka-san… I sincerely apologize for what happened earlier, if it caused you embarrassment. Honestly, we just—”

Izuku was interrupted when Ochako reached her index finger out to touch his lips and to make him stop talking.

“Come here, Deku,” she said, not looking at him.

Entranced, Izuku walked towards Ochako’s side, standing on her left. He leaned forward towards the railings and just stayed quiet for some time.

“So much has happened in the past few weeks,” she began.

“Remember when we rescued Eri? Felt like a long time ago.”

“Yes, it felt so long ago,” he replied. It was two months before that the rescue mission was carried out. Both of them, together with Kirishima and Tsuyi, and the Big Three of UA, helped recapture Eri back from the abusive clutch of Chiisaki, who used her as a weapon.

“Way back before that rescue mission. I had an epiphany, you see,” Ochako continued.

“What was it?”

“That whenever I was with a certain person, my heart started beating quickly, as if I was chasing a villain along a long road. Whenever I walk beside thst person, I can’t help but feel pure joy just by being at his side.

“Whenever I talk to him, I can’t help but admire how he handles himself, how he works hard to achieve his goals, how he purely, genuinely wants to help the people and make the world a tad bit better place to live in.

“Whenever I’m with that person, I think of how aimless I’ve been before I entered UA, and how meeting this person helped me concretize the path I wanted in my life.”

When Ochako stopped talking, tears were streaking her face. Izuku too worked hard on not sobbing.

“I thought that I was idolizing this person so much. But Mina pointed out that it was something else entirely. Instead, it was—”

“Love, of course?” Izuku said while smiling.

“I swear, Deku, if you sing Let It Go right now, I’ll hurl you off this building.”

At that, both of them laughed.

When the laughter subsided, it was Ochako who spoke first.

“Honestly, though, I didn’t know you three could sing so well! You harmonized perfectly, to be quite honest. It felt like rewatching Trolls.”

“Glad you love it,” he replied.

“But I love you more,” Ochako replied in a hush tone.

Izuku’s head snapped towards her. “What did you say?”

The flustered girl couldn’t help but stammer. “N…nothing! I said I loved you voice, yeah that was it”

Izuku couldn’t believe his ears. He must have heard wrong, yeah that must be it. But he had to confirm it once and for all.

“Might I ask… who was the person you were pertaining to earlier?”

Ochako looked at him in the eyes and he could see his soul reflected back to him.

“Deku, I—”

And she couldn’t helpnit anymore. Ochako let the tears spill off from her eyes, her sobs coming ragged heaps. Izuku immediately reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her heaving body.

He thought she was going to shove him away, but much to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him.

He could hear her uttering something. Izuku slightly pushed her to hear what she’s saying.

“What is it, Uraraka-san?”

She inhaled deeply and said the words Izuku thought he would hear only in his dreams.

“It’s you, Deku. I think I’m in love with you.”

Izuku couldn’t keep it in anymore. He cried as well and hugged the woman tighter and stroke her hair.

They stood there for quite a while, holding each other tightly.

“I think… I’m in love with you too,” Izuku said.

Ochako unburied her face from Izuku’s clothes and smiled her brightest smile at him.

“Well, after what you did earlier in the concert, there’s no reason for me to not know.”

Izuku smiled back at her.

“Touché.”

They both laughed again at the hilarity of all that’s been happening.

Ochako slid her hands to Izuku’s face, to which the latter responded by letting his face rest in her hand.

“Which reminds me, I think I told you on the first time we met that it’s bad luck to fall.”

Izuku giggled.

“Well, I’m not having the worst of luck right now, am I?”

Ochako just hummed in response and the two continued to hold themselves in each other’s arms, making the cold, chilly November air feel a bit warmer.

#izuocha #izuocha week 2017 #day 7: confessions #i am so sorry this is trash

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