A/N-----Lord Izuku Midoriya has been pestering Ochaco for her hand in marriage since they were both teenagers. It has become so commonplace for her to deny him that it is a running joke whispered between her and your two sisters and met with a frown from both of your parents. Ochaco does not care. Her eyes have always been set on broader horizons, away from her family's countryside estate. In fact, she has been frequenting several symposiums at the local college hosted by a young man who believes he has harnessed the power of flight, Katsuki Bakugou. Most attendees go simply to scoff at the lad, but she finds it fascinating and, moreover, attainable — so much so that she'd decided to fund his project in secret with some of her hefty allowance. However, she had included one stipulation: that she would be his first passenger. She helps him build a prototype of his magical flying machine and, in turn, build a relationship that is most certainly forbidden. When her parents find out, they promise you to Lord Izuku . She is devastated. Now her and Katsuki must finish the machine before your wedding day in the hopes of escaping a lifetime of monotony.
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Part 1: The Proposal
The sun hung low over the sprawling countryside, casting a warm golden hue over the rolling hills and neatly trimmed gardens of the Uraraka estate. Inside the grand drawing room, Ochaco Uraraka sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her mind far from the idle chatter of her two sisters seated beside her.
"Ochaco," her mother's voice broke through her reverie, "are you even listening?"
Ochaco blinked and forced a smile. "Of course, Mother."
Her mother, Lady Uraraka, sighed, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked her daughter over. "Lord Midoriya has requested your hand again," she said with a slight frown. "This time, his proposal came with a letter of intent to speak to your father directly."
Ochaco stifled a groan. This was hardly news. Izuku Midoriya had been persistently proposing marriage to her since they were both teenagers. Each time, she had politely declined, and each time, he returned with renewed determination. What had once been a source of mild irritation had since grown into an exhausting routine.
Her sisters, Himiko and Tsuyu, exchanged amused glances. "You might as well say yes, Ochaco," Tsuyu teased. "You know he's never going to give up."
"And besides," Himiko added, her tone light and teasing, "he's quite the catch. Handsome, wealthy, and oh-so-devoted to you."
But Ochaco's heart wasn't swayed by wealth or devotion, at least not in the conventional sense. Her mind wandered to the small, dimly lit workshop hidden away at the edge of town, where a young man with ash-blond hair and fiery determination was painstakingly working on a project that most deemed impossible.
Katsuki Bakugou, the brash and brilliant inventor, had captured Ochaco's imagination in ways that no lord or suitor ever could. His ambition to harness the power of flight was nothing short of revolutionary. While others attended his symposiums to mock his ideas, Ochaco saw potential. She believed in him, so much so that she had secretly funded his project with her allowance, ensuring that his work continued unhindered.
But more than that, she had attached one very specific condition to her support—when Katsuki Bakugou's flying machine finally took to the skies, she would be the first to soar alongside him.
"Mother," Ochaco began carefully, "I appreciate Lord Midoriya's continued interest, but I'm not ready to settle down just yet."
Lady Uraraka's lips thinned into a disapproving line. "Ochaco, you're twenty now. It's time you stopped playing with childish dreams and started thinking about your future."
"My future isn't here," Ochaco said, her voice more determined than she'd intended. "I want more than what the countryside can offer."
Her mother's frown deepened. "And what is it you want, then? To spend your life following that foolish boy's fantasies?"
Ochaco bit her tongue. She knew better than to provoke her mother's ire, but it was too late—the words were already out. "I want to see the world from above," she said softly, a hint of longing in her voice. "I want to be a part of something extraordinary."
Lady Uraraka's expression softened, just slightly. "Ochaco, you are a lady of the Uraraka family. Your duty is to marry well and uphold our name. This... fascination with flying is nothing but a distraction."
"It's more than that, Mother," Ochaco insisted, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's a chance to change the world, to see things from a perspective no one else ever has."
Her mother shook her head, clearly unimpressed. "You've always been a dreamer, Ochaco, but dreams won't keep you warm at night, and they won't secure your future. Lord Midoriya is offering you everything—a stable life, a respectable position, and a loving husband. Don't throw that away for a fantasy."
Ochaco's resolve wavered for just a moment, but then she thought of Katsuki—his fierce determination, his passion, and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his inventions. The life her mother spoke of, with its stability and respectability, seemed suffocating in comparison.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Ochaco said quietly. "But I've already made my decision."
Lady Uraraka's eyes narrowed. "You've made your decision? Ochaco, don't be foolish—"
Before her mother could continue, a soft knock on the door interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing respectfully. "Lady Uraraka, Lord Midoriya has arrived. He requests an audience with you and Lady Ochaco."
Ochaco's heart sank. She had hoped for more time, more opportunities to evade this conversation, but it seemed that Lord Midoriya's persistence knew no bounds.
"Very well," Lady Uraraka said, her voice tinged with approval. "Send him in."
As the servant left to fetch their guest, Ochaco's mind raced. How could she possibly refuse him again? Especially with her mother sitting there, watching her every move?
The door opened once more, and Izuku Midoriya stepped into the room. His green eyes sparkled with warmth and sincerity as he approached Ochaco, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Lady Ochaco," he greeted her, bowing slightly. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
Ochaco forced a smile, her heart heavy with guilt. "Lord Midoriya," she replied. "The pleasure is mine."
Izuku's gaze softened as he looked at her, and Ochaco felt a pang of regret. He truly was a kind man, and under different circumstances, she might have considered his proposal more seriously. But her heart belonged elsewhere, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise.
"Lady Ochaco," Izuku began, his voice steady and sincere, "I've come to ask for your hand in marriage once more. I know I've asked you before, and I know you've always turned me down, but I can't give up on you. I care for you deeply, and I believe we could build a wonderful life together."
Ochaco's throat tightened. She glanced at her mother, who was watching her intently, and then back at Izuku. "Lord Midoriya," she said softly, "you've always been kind to me, and I appreciate everything you've done. But I'm not ready to marry."
Izuku's smile faltered, but he didn't look surprised. "I understand," he said gently. "But may I ask why? Is there someone else?"
Ochaco hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't tell him the truth—not with her mother and sisters listening, not when she knew it would only cause more trouble. So she chose her words carefully. "There's no one else," she lied. "I just... I'm not ready."
Izuku's expression softened with understanding, and he nodded slowly. "I see," he said. "I won't pressure you, Lady Ochaco. But please know that my offer stands, and it always will. If you ever change your mind, I'll be here."
Ochaco felt a wave of relief and guilt wash over her simultaneously. "Thank you, Lord Midoriya," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Izuku smiled at her, and for a moment, Ochaco wondered if she was making a mistake. But then she thought of Katsuki—his fierce determination, his passion, and the way he made her feel alive—and she knew she had made the right choice.
Ochaco's heart raced as she made her way through the narrow, winding streets of the town, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders. The sun had long since set, and the only light came from the occasional flickering lanterns and the dim glow of the moon. She moved quickly, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to ensure she wasn't being followed.
When she finally reached the small workshop at the edge of town, she paused for a moment to catch her breath before knocking on the door. The sound echoed in the quiet night, and a few seconds later, the door creaked open, revealing Katsuki Bakugou.
He looked tired—dark circles under his eyes, his hair more disheveled than usual—but his eyes lit up when he saw her. "Ochaco," he greeted her, stepping aside to let her in. "You're late."
"I'm sorry," Ochaco said, stepping into the dimly lit room. "I had to wait until my family was asleep."
Katsuki closed the door behind her, his expression softening as he looked at her. "It's fine," he said. "You're here now. That's what matters."
Ochaco smiled at him, her heart swelling with affection. "How's the project coming along?" she asked, glancing around the workshop.
The room was cluttered with various tools, papers, and half-finished parts of the flying machine. In the center of the room, the prototype stood tall, its sleek design a testament to Katsuki's genius.
"It's almost ready," Katsuki replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "Just a few more adjustments, and we'll be ready to take off."
Ochaco's eyes widened in awe as she looked at the machine. She had seen it grow from a simple idea into something tangible, something real, and the thought of being the first to fly in it filled her with both excitement and nervousness.
"Are you sure it's safe?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Katsuki smirked, his confidence unwavering. "
Of course it's safe," he said. "I wouldn't let you fly in it if it wasn't."
Ochaco's heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn't help but smile. Katsuki had always been brash and confident, but she knew that beneath his tough exterior, he cared deeply for her.
"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes meeting his.
Katsuki's smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "Ochaco," he began, his voice low, "are you sure about this? About leaving everything behind?"
Ochaco hesitated for a moment, her mind flashing back to her family, to Izuku, to the life she was leaving behind. But then she thought of the life she wanted, the life she could have with Katsuki, and her resolve strengthened.
"I'm sure," she said firmly. "I want to be with you, Katsuki. I want to see the world, to experience everything it has to offer. And I can't do that if I stay here."
Katsuki's eyes softened, and he took a step closer to her. "You know this isn't going to be easy," he said. "Once we're gone, there's no turning back."
"I know," Ochaco said, her voice steady. "But I'm ready. I want this."
Katsuki's gaze held hers for a moment longer before he nodded. "Alright," he said. "We'll leave tomorrow night."
Ochaco's heart skipped a beat at his words. Tomorrow. It was happening so soon, and the thought filled her with both excitement and anxiety.
"What do I need to do?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Just pack what you need," Katsuki replied. "We won't be able to take much with us, so only bring the essentials. And make sure no one sees you leave."
Ochaco nodded, her mind already racing with what she would need to bring. "I'll be ready," she said.
Katsuki gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Good," he said. "We'll meet here tomorrow night. And then we'll finally be free."
Ochaco's heart swelled with emotion, and she reached out to take his hand. "I can't wait," she said softly.
Katsuki squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Me neither," he said, his voice equally soft.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, simply holding hands and reveling in the warmth of each other's presence. It was a moment of calm before the storm, a brief reprieve from the chaos that awaited them.
But eventually, Ochaco knew she had to go. Reluctantly, she pulled away, her hand slipping from his grasp. "I should get back," she said, her voice tinged with regret.
Katsuki nodded, though his eyes held a hint of reluctance. "Yeah," he said. "Be careful, alright?"
"I will," Ochaco promised, giving him one last smile before turning to leave.
As she made her way back through the dark streets, her heart pounding in her chest, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—excitement, anxiety, fear, and hope. Tomorrow, everything would change. Tomorrow, she would leave behind the life she had always known and embark on a new adventure with the man she loved.
But as she approached the gates of her family's estate, a sense of unease settled over her. What if something went wrong? What if they were caught? What if Katsuki's invention didn't work?
She shook her head, trying to dispel the doubts that gnawed at her. No, she couldn't think like that. She had to trust Katsuki, trust in their plan. They would make it work. They had to.
With that thought in mind, she slipped through the gates and quietly made her way back to her room. As she lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and Katsuki. Would they truly find the freedom they sought, or would they be forever bound by the chains of their past?
The day of the wedding approached far too quickly for Ochaco's liking. Every hour that passed felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, reminding her of the life she was supposed to be living, the life she was desperately trying to escape.
Her parents were overjoyed when they learned of Izuku's proposal—finally, their daughter would be married off to a respectable man, securing the family's future. Her sisters, too, were excited, though they couldn't resist teasing her about how long it had taken for her to finally accept Izuku's offer.
But Ochaco was anything but excited. Every smile she forced, every polite response she gave, felt like another layer of the cage she was being trapped in. All she could think about was Katsuki, the machine they had built together, and the promise of freedom that awaited them.
The night before the wedding, Ochaco could barely sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. Tomorrow, she would either escape with Katsuki or be forced into a life of monotony and despair.
She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't.
As the first light of dawn began to creep through her window, Ochaco finally made her decision. She would leave tonight, before the wedding, before it was too late. She would meet Katsuki at the workshop, and they would take off together, leaving everything behind.
With renewed determination, Ochaco began to pack her things, careful to take only what she needed. A few clothes, some money, and the small, delicate bracelet Katsuki had given her as a token of his affection. Everything else she would leave behind.
As the day wore on, Ochaco played her part perfectly—smiling, nodding, and pretending to be the dutiful daughter and bride-to-be. But inside, her heart was pounding with anticipation, counting down the hours until she could finally make her escape.
When night finally fell, Ochaco waited until the household was quiet before slipping out of her room. She moved silently through the darkened halls, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way to the stables. The horse she had chosen for her escape was already saddled and ready to go, and she quickly mounted it, urging it forward into the night.
The ride to the workshop was nerve-wracking, every shadow and sound making Ochaco jump. But she pushed through the fear, knowing that this was her only chance. When she finally reached the workshop, she dismounted and hurried inside, her heart pounding in her chest.
Katsuki was there, waiting for her, his expression tense but relieved when he saw her. "You're here," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I was starting to worry."
Ochaco managed a small smile, her hands shaking slightly as she set down her bag. "I'm here," she said, her voice equally tense. "Are we ready?"
Katsuki nodded, his eyes dark with determination. "It's now or never."
They worked quickly, making the final adjustments to the machine, checking and rechecking every detail. As the hours ticked by, Ochaco's nerves grew more and more frayed, but she refused to let them get the best of her. They had come too far to turn back now.
Finally, everything was ready. The machine was fueled, the mechanisms in place, and the night was still and silent around them. Ochaco felt a mix of exhilaration and terror as she climbed into the small, cramped cockpit, Katsuki beside her.
"This is it," he said, his voice low and steady. "Are you ready?"
Ochaco took a deep breath, her heart racing. "I'm ready," she said, her voice firm.
Katsuki nodded, his hand gripping the controls. "Alright," he said. "Here we go."
With a deep, rumbling roar, the machine came to life. It shuddered and shook as it lifted off the ground, slowly at first, then faster and faster as they ascended into the night sky. Ochaco's breath caught in her throat as she looked down, watching the ground fall away beneath them.
For a moment, it felt like they were on top of the world—weightless, free, untouchable. The wind whipped through Ochaco's hair as they soared higher and higher, the stars above them and the earth below a blur of motion and light.
But then, something went wrong. The machine shuddered violently, and Ochaco's heart leapt into her throat. Katsuki's hands flew over the controls, trying to steady them, but it was no use. The machine groaned and creaked as it lost altitude, plummeting toward the ground.
"No!" Ochaco cried, her voice filled with panic. "Katsuki, what's happening?"
"I don't know!" Katsuki yelled back, his voice strained with effort. "I'm trying to—"
But before he could finish, the machine gave one final, sickening lurch and crashed to the ground. The impact was brutal, knocking the breath from Ochaco's lungs and sending pain shooting through her body.
For a moment, everything was silent. Ochaco lay there, dazed and disoriented, trying to process what had just happened. The machine was a twisted wreck of metal and wood around her, the cockpit crushed and broken.
"Katsuki," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Katsuki, are you okay?"
There was no response. Panic surged through Ochaco as she struggled to free herself from the wreckage, her body protesting with every movement. When she finally managed to crawl out, she looked around
frantically, searching for Katsuki.
He was lying a few feet away, unconscious and covered in blood. Ochaco's heart stopped as she scrambled to his side, her hands shaking as she checked for a pulse.
It was weak, but it was there. Relief flooded through her, followed by a surge of determination. She couldn't let it end like this. Not after everything they had been through.
Ochaco's mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do. They were in the middle of nowhere, far from any help. But she couldn't just leave Katsuki there—she had to get him to safety, to somewhere he could be treated.
With all the strength she could muster, Ochaco lifted Katsuki onto her back, gritting her teeth against the strain. She didn't know how far she would have to go or how long it would take, but she knew she had to keep going. For Katsuki. For their future.
As she staggered forward, her vision blurry with tears and exhaustion, Ochaco whispered a silent prayer. A prayer for strength, for hope, for a miracle.
And as the night stretched on, with no end in sight, Ochaco clung to one thought, one belief, that kept her going:
They would find their way. Together.
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