Mha One shots 2024!

Title: Autumn Reconnection

The gentle rustle of leaves danced through the crisp autumn air as Ochaco Uraraka strolled through the park, the vibrant colors of orange, red, and gold creating a picturesque backdrop to her day. Being a pro hero was demanding, and she relished these rare moments of peace and solitude—time to breathe, to reflect, and to remember.

Her thoughts wandered, free from the weight of her responsibilities. Memories of her middle school days surfaced, carefree moments shared with friends, laughter echoing across the classrooms. Just as she rounded a corner by a cluster of trees bursting with color, she abruptly collided with a figure.

"Oof!" she exclaimed, stumbling back slightly.

"Whoa, I'm sorry!" the figure replied, quickly regaining his balance. When Ochaco looked up, her heart skipped a beat. Standing before her was Y/N, a boy she hadn't seen since they graduated middle school. His familiar face, marked by the maturity of adolescence, was framed by tousled hair that caught the golden sunlight.

"Y/N?" Ochaco's voice was a mix of surprise and nostalgia.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" he said, a grin spreading across his face that reminded her of their playful banter years ago.

"Yeah! I can't believe it's really you!" She smiled back, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her. "How have you been?"

They found a nearby bench and sat down, the autumn leaves painting a festive carpet beneath them. As they chatted, the conversation flowed effortlessly, like no time had passed at all. Y/N shared stories about his life since they had parted ways—travels, new friendships, and his passion for art. Ochaco listened intently, sharing her own journey as a pro hero, detailing the challenges she faced and the joy it brought her to help others.

As the golden hour approached, the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow across the park. Accumulated leaves danced lazily to the ground, and for a moment, they fell into a comfortable silence, merely enjoying each other's presence.

"Remember that time in gym class when we had that epic dodgeball game?" Y/N chuckled, breaking the tranquility.

"How could I forget? You threw the ball so hard you knocked Ryuichi out of his shoes!" Ochaco laughed, unable to contain herself.

They reminisced about their school days, evoking vibrant images of laughter, joy, and youthful camaraderie. But as the sunlight began to fade, Ochaco caught a glimpse of something different in Y/N's eyes—something deeper than just nostalgia.

"Hey, Ochaco?" he said, his tone shifting slightly, becoming more serious.

"Yeah?" She looked at him, curiosity bubbling within her.

"I've thought a lot about us over the years… and I've missed you. You've always meant a lot to me." His gaze locked onto hers, sincerity radiating from his warm brown eyes.

Her heart raced. The autumn air crackled with an electric tension, and she felt a jolt of vulnerability, caught between hope and hesitation. "I… I feel the same way," she admitted quietly, her cheeks warming.

Without breaking eye contact, Y/N leaned in closer, the world around them fading into a blur. The only sound was the rustling leaves and the soft thump of her heart. His gaze softened, uncertainty mingling with determination, and in that fleeting moment, time felt suspended.

Then, like the first snowflake of winter, he closed the space between them and pressed his lips against hers. It was gentle at first, an exploration of shared feelings that had been buried beneath years of silence. But as the kiss deepened, warmth blossomed within her, igniting a spark that she had kept hidden for so long.

When they finally separated, both slightly breathless, Y/N searched her eyes, a nervous smile spreading across his face. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

Ochaco laughed, the joy bubbling up uncontrollably. "Really? You could have just said something!"

"I guess I was waiting for the right moment," he replied, his fingers running through his hair, a gesture she found endearingly familiar.

"Well, you picked a great moment. This—" she gestured to the breathtaking display of autumn foliage, "—this is perfect."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, realizing that this moment marked a new chapter in their story—now one written in an autumn kissed by the promise of tomorrow, filled with laughter, warmth, and the uncharted territories of their rekindled relationship.

Amidst the falling leaves and crimson hues, Y/N and Ochaco sat together, hearts open and hopeful, ready to embrace whatever would come next.