Your Favorite autistic robot

Dear Izuku,

I hope you understand and forgive me, but I think it's time we see other people. It's not you, it's me. I don't think I'll be able to face you for a while, so please don't be upset if I avoid you for a while and ask that you do the same until I'm comfortable again. I'll let you know when.

I hope you know that our time together was wonderful and that I will always cherish our memories together. I hope you do too.

Sincerely,

Uraraka Ochako

Izuku Midoriya was having a very bad week. This was only the latest of a long list of things not going his way as of Sunday and he wasn't sure if it was just him being unlucky or the universe conspiring against him.

Maybe there was some origin of this bad luck on his normal running path. The first incident had been the disappearance of his hero notebooks during his Sunday workout routine. He'd noticed as soon as he got back to his dorm, but nobody seemed to know where they'd gone and it wasn't like anyone would break into his dorm.

Then on Monday a power surge fried his phone. It didn't seem like any buildings lost power and Iida didn't remember there being one, but he was also uncomfortable and fidgety when asked so Izuku assumed there must have been a mishap with other electronics that caused it. Iida must have just felt guilty.

‘He does use a bunch of electricity without meaning to. It wouldn't surprise me if he caused the surge by accident.’

It wasn't too big of a deal anyways. As long as he had his old MP3 player and his computer he could keep in touch with anyone through messaging apps.

‘Unless the Wi-Fi goes down, at least.’

Tuesday saw Hagakure accidentally spill juice all over his homework and notes. He had to stay up late to redo all of them, but he'd refused to let her apologize. There was nothing to apologize for, after all. Accidents happen.

‘At least, I would have refused it if she'd tried to. Did I make her upset?’

The letter showed up in front of his door on Wednesday and he was devastated to say the least. He didn't know what he'd done wrong. She said she was happy. Told him she loved him for the first time on Saturday. Now she was leaving him. It didn't make sense.

‘Maybe she was just messing with me like the girls in middle school…no she's not like that. None of them would have kept it up this long or even showed up to our dates anyways.’

If he was less naively trusting, he may have suspected her of cheating, but as he spent his lonely lunches watching his friends chat from across the lunch room, Uraraka included, he just didn't get the vibe that she had been or was. They all just seemed uncomfortable and sad. Maybe the breakup was affecting their moods too.

So here Izuku was on Friday night, returning alone to a quiet dorm after working out. Recently, everyone seemed to deem the common area as taboo. They all hung out in their rooms or went out until curfew. Izuku hadn't had a real conversation with anyone outside of class activities and questions about his bad luck in days. Actually, it all seemed to begin not long after his notebooks disappeared.

‘What a weird coincidence.’

Fridays were supposed to be dorm movie night, but it looked to Izuku like that wouldn't be the case this week. He could always watch one on his own but he'd miss everybody's jokes and reactions and Uraraka’s cuddles. It'd taken months into their relationship for either to be so comfortable with any sort of PDA.

‘Now she can't even look me in the eyes when class makes us talk.’

Unlocking his door, Izuku prepared for a long night of studying alone when the floor suddenly froze over and the air almost directly in front of him let out a squeal of pain.

“That's enough, Hagakure,” came the monotone voice of Todoroki from behind. Izuku would have turned to look if his feet weren't also frozen to the carpet, though mercifully protected by his house slippers.

“What the hell, Todoroki!” Hagakure fumed, “Let me go! You're gonna give me frostbite!” Izuku had completely forgotten to question what Hagakure had been doing in his room.

“GUYS!” he barked, becoming anxious when they both (he assumed) turned towards him. “W-What's going on? Why are you in my room, Hagakure?”

“She's been spying on you and looking through your things,” Todoroki explained, beginning to look frustrated.

“WHAT?!”

“TODOROKI!!!”

“Shut up!” he commanded, quickly thawing and shoving both of them into Izuku’s room before anyone could notice the noise and come down from Momo’s room.

“You're not supposed to tell him about that!” Hagakure scolded Todoroki, shuffling awkwardly towards the window since both boys blocked her escape. Not that Izuku intended to. “And you touched my boob, you jerk…”

“I'll apologize when you apologize for stealing Midoriya’s notebook,” Todoroki countered darkly. “You're the reason everyone thinks he's the traitor!”

“They think I'm the WHAT?!”

“That was Bakugou’s idea, blame him! And blame Midoriya for being creepy and spying on all of us!” Hagakure cried.

Izuku had heard enough of their arguing, his head spinning as he placed a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“That's why everyone has been acting like that? Wait, the power surge, was that intentional?!” Izuku demanded.

“Uuuuugh, there wasn't a power surge….Kaminari just….decided to blow up your phone when we started investigating you…I told him not to,” Hagakure admitted.

“Investi-stop! Explain from the beginning. Why did you steal my notebooks? Why did Kacchan tell you to? Why does everyone think I'm the traitor? A-Also, here's one of my hoodies. I wanna at least be able to see who I'm talking to and I-I figure y-you don't wanna b-be n-n-naked in front of us…” Izuku could barely get the last part out above a whisper.

“You're too nice for someone being suspected of being a villain…but thank you,” Hagakure mumbled while taking the hoodie and sitting on the floor. “Might as well sit, this is gonna take a while.”