Your Name…?

The residents of Itomori survived that day, everyone coming away without injury. The massive explosion in the sky had been written off as All Might stopping a villain attack. He had been called to the scene to look into what had seemed to be an explosion at the local power plant. Uraraka knew she and her friends wouldn't have ever been given credit for stopping the villain anyways. It wasn't good for public relations.

Ever since that day, she'd felt oddly...empty. Almost as if she were missing something that her heart knew should be there. She couldn't put her finger on it, but ever since then her life had been dull, even more so than usual. Itomori hadn't been destroyed in the villain attack, but after Ochako graduated high school, she moved out of the small town.

She moved to Tokyo, the big city that she'd always dreamed of going back to, ever since she was a little girl. She got a job with a construction company, using her quirk to ease the hard lifting that the workers had to do. She got paid good money, and it was certainly a respectable job. It allowed her to support herself and her father, who had chosen to stay behind in Itomori.

Despite all of that, she still felt like something was missing. She wasn't unhappy with her life, but she felt like there was something holding her back from actually being happy.

It was like she was searching for something. Maybe it was a tangible object, maybe it was something else, but she couldn't help but feel like it was eluding her grasp. It was difficult to search for something when you didn't actually know what it is you're searching for.

With a sigh, Ochako put her light jacket on and stepped out of the door.

Izuku had everything he'd ever wanted since he was a kid. An amazing quirk, All Might's quirk to boot. He was already working as a sidekick with a top agency in central Tokyo, saving people from villains and working towards becoming the next symbol of peace.

Ever since he was a kid, that had been all he'd wanted. To be a hero, plain and simple. Yet, now that he had that, why did he feel so empty? Life felt dull in so many ways, like all the color had been replaced with greyscale.

He still put on a smile for those he was saving, but he couldn't help but feel like he was faking it, that his smile was just there for show, ingenuine. How could he be a hero, truly and down to his core, if he was putting up a front?

It was like a part of him was missing, his other half. He couldn't put a finger on when he started feeling this way, but if he had to guess, he'd probably have to say that day with the comet flying through the sky six years ago.

It was the same day that there had been a villain attack stopped by All Might in a small backcountry town called Itomori. For some reason, he'd been completely engrossed in those events back then, and he still didn't know why. By all means, it should have just been another accomplishment to add to All Might's book, but for some reason, Izuku felt especially invested in that story in specific.

It had gotten to the point where he'd read nearly every single news article about the incident, and he'd even dragged himself out to the town one day to visit. It made no sense, but every single time he looked back on that, he felt like there was something missing.

With a sigh, Izuku got ready to head to work. It was a hassle to get on his hero suit, but all of the extra support it provided was invaluable. As he was about to leave, he remembered he almost forgot one last important thing.

His lucky bracelet. A small, braided rope that faded from red to orange to yellow, ending with white in the middle. He couldn't remember for the life of him where he'd gotten it, but he felt a sort of attachment to the object. He hadn't left the house without it for years.

Clipping it to his arm, Izuku left his apartment.

Ochako got off of work for her lunch break feeling tired. Today had been an especially busy day so far, which meant a lot of using her quirk, which meant she needed something to help soothe her stomach. She still had to work more after her break, afterall.

She decided on the ramen shop that wasn't too far away. It was cheap, and good enough that she didn't feel like she was drinking broth flavored water with some noodles in it. It also wasn't very far away from the current construction site, so she didn't need to waste any money getting on a train to go somewhere for lunch.

She walked into the shop and ordered her food, sitting down alone at one of the booths. One of the problems with working in a construction company was that, well, she didn't exactly have very many friends. She'd kept in touch with Mina and Kirishima, sure, but they'd moved to a completely different part of Japan. Her coworkers were almost exclusively men, and many of them didn't seem to want to get social on the job. They tended to respond to her questions with simple grunts (She swore it was some kind of language that she couldn't understand).

A few of the more sociable ones had asked her on dates. Even though she had no excuse not to, she always declined. For some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong, that her heart already belonged somewhere else, even if she'd literally never gone on a date in her life.

With a sigh, Ochako turned back to her bowl, not wanting the noodles to get cold before she could eat them. The bell that signaled someone coming into the shop rand, and Ochako looked up from her bowl for a moment.

It was a man wearing black pants with a black hoodie, the hood up over his head, concealing his face, hiis mouth covered up by a balaclava. Ochako started to stand up, a bad feeling rising up in her gut.

Just as she was about to stand all the way up, the man moved, reaching inside his sweatshirt pocket. He pulled out a simple handgun with one arm, grabbing the woman in line in front of him with the other.

"Nobody move!" He yelled, holding the gun to the woman's head, "Don't move or I'll shoot!"

Ochako stopped in her tracks, freezing on the spot. The man looked frantic, a crazed look in his eyes. People that looked like that were the types that had nothing left to lose. Those types of people were the most dangerous.

"Everyone get on the ground!" The man said, pushing his way to the front of the line. Everyone in line dropped to the floor on his command, moving out of the way. The cashier frantically started getting all of the money out of the register, handing it to the man in a panicked manner.

Ochako ran through the situation in her mind, trying to figure out something to do. If she tried to make a move on him, he might hear her and panic, which could lead to the hostage getting hurt.

But if she could get ahold of authorities…yes that would work.

Ochako reached behind her, trying to grab her phone out of her pocket as quietly as possible. She shifted, pulling the smartphone out. Except, just as she removed it from her pocket, it went clattering to the floor. The entire room's eyes shot to her.

The criminal, the villain, turned to her, that same crazed look in his eyes as before. He looked at her, and then to her phone on the ground, then back to her.

"Were you going to call the cops?" He asked, now pointing the gun at her. Ochako vigorously shook her head, not able to formulate words.

"You were weren't you?" He shook his gun at her, and Ochako tried to scramble away, but she didn't really have anywhere to go. The booth was behind her, blocking her path.

"N-no!" She said desperately, but she saw it was to no avail.

"Well, it'll be the last-"

It all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, the villain was pointing a gun at her, the next, he was on the ground with a shower of green sparks.

"It's alright now." A man's voice said. Ochako looked up at the figure. The man who'd come in and taken out the villain with a single hit, saving not only her, but everyone in the entire restaurant. "Because I am here."

He was looking away from her, but Ochako felt her heart jump immediately. Green hair, green eyes, a wide smile. Something inside her heart clicked.

All this time, she hadn't been looking for something, no, she'd been looking for someone. Just looking at this man, the weight that had been sitting on her chest for years seemed to be lifted. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it just felt so familiar.

Izuku gave the report to the police that showed up on site. The people of the cafe had all came up to him to give him their thanks, all of which Izuku reciprocated with a big smile and nod. At the beginning of his career, he'd tried to remember every single person's face, but by now, they all blended together.

By the time the police karted away the villain, Izuku was already off of his shift. Stopping a villain attack tended to end that way, eating up an entire shift's worth of time. Izuku thanked the officer one last time before the car drove away.

"Excuse me?" a woman's voice said from behind Izuku. Izuku turned around, and was met with something he was not expecting.

A woman, with a short, simple hair, wearing what looked to be normal civilian clothes. By all means, she should be just another civilian.

But when Izuku looked at her, his heart jumped through a million hoops. As soon as he saw her, he knew. This is who he'd been looking for. Izuku instinctively tugged at the bracelet around his wrist.

They stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other It all felt so...so familiar

"H-have we met before?" Izuku finally asked, barely finding his voice. The girl smiled, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"I thought so, too." She said, wiping at the corner of her eye. Izuku felt a wet tear roll down his face as well. Izuku took a few steps forwards.

"What's…" She started.

"Your name…?" They said together. Izuku smiled, and she smiled back, letting out a little laugh.

"Izuku."

"Ochako."

Everything came back. Ochako, it was Ochako! The body swapping, going to Itomori, the villain attack, the time they shared at the top of the canyon, all of it.

"Izuku?" Ochako said, she was crying now. He was, too.

"Ochako! It's you, Ochako!" Izuku rushed forwards, and she did the same. They threw their arms around each other, pulling one another into the tightest hug they could possibly manage. After years and years, they'd finally done it. They'd found each other.

"You saved everyone." Izuku said, pulling back from the hug just enough to look her in the eyes. Both of their faces were stained with tears of joy.

She punched him lightly on the chest, "And you didn't actually write your name!"

Izuku smirked, nodding, "You're right, I wrote something more important."

They just stood there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, losing themselves in the other's gaze. Nothing else mattered except for them.

"You know, I never got a chance to tell you." Ochako said. Izuku tilted his head, prompting her to finish. "I love you, too"

With that, she lunged forwards, capturing Izuku's lips in a deep kiss. Izuku melted into it, not wanting to back away. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing except for each other.

The newspapers the next day were filled with headlines about how the professional hero Deku had a girlfriend.

That's it for this chapter, everyone. Don't think I'm done with this beautiful world, though. I have a few one shots at least that are planned for this universe, so be on the lookout. But nevertheless, this entire fic has been a journey and a half, and I want to thank everyone for sticking through with it until the end. It really means the world to me. Until next time, everyone.