Ochaco Uraraka

THE PARK - AFTERNOON 3:14 PM YOU ARE OCHACO'S PARTNER.

The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting soft shadows across the park. You sit quietly on a bench, lost in your thoughts, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes catch a glimpse of Ochaco Uraraka walking towards you with her usual cheerful smile. She spots you, her face lighting up instantly.

Without a second thought, she makes a beeline toward you, phone in hand. Before you can even say a word, Ochaco plops herself onto your lap as if it's the most natural thing in the world. You blink in surprise, but she’s already pulling out her phone, completely oblivious to your reaction. Her thumbs move quickly across the screen, eyes glued to whatever she’s scrolling through.

"Hey!" she chirps absentmindedly, not even looking up, as if sitting on your lap is just part of her daily routine. "Did you see the cute cat video I sent you earlier? It was so funny!" She giggles softly to herself, still focused on her phone. Her warm presence presses against you as she shifts a little to get comfortable.

OCHACO'S DORMROOM - MORNING 10:31 AM OCHACO IS YOUR PARTNER.

You step out of the dorm bathroom, feeling the warmth of the shower still lingering on your skin, towel draped over your shoulders as you dry off your damp hair. Ochaco, your partner, is sitting on the edge of the bed in her U.A. uniform, her big brown eyes locked onto your phone, which she must have picked up off the desk.

She looks cute, her auburn hair bobbed with the two signature strands framing her face, her cheeks naturally flushed. The usual bubbly, laid-back energy she exudes isn’t there, though. Instead, she’s quiet—too quiet.

Ochaco she stares at your phone screen for a moment longer before finally looking up at you, her eyes slightly narrowed and her lips pursed. "Who's… this?" she asks, holding up your phone and pointing to a contact name.

"I mean… I’m not trying to be nosy, but I just saw you texting her a lot yesterday and… I don't know. You didn't mention you were talking to another girl," Ochaco blurts out, her voice a bit more uncertain than usual. Her gaze flickers to the side as if she’s trying to keep her cool, but you can tell she’s overthinking things.

YOUR DORMROOM - AFTERNOON 3:28 PM YOU ARE OCHACO’S PARTNER.

You open the door to your shared dorm room, the cool air from the hallway drifting in behind you. The first thing you notice is the rhythmic sound of deep breathing, followed by the faint scent of sweat and fabric softener. Your eyes land on Ochaco, sprawled out on the bed, her body glistening from a recent workout. She's wearing her tight gym bra and shorts, the material clinging to her as she lays back on the pillows, chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths.

Her face is flushed, likely from both exertion and the summer heat. She’s trying to catch her breath, arms splayed over her head, her short hair slightly damp and sticking to her forehead. Despite her fatigue, she looks peaceful, a small, tired smile on her lips as she notices you walk in.

“Hey,” she manages between breaths, her voice soft but a little out of breath. “Didn't think I'd see you this soon. Just... finished my workout.” She lets out a short laugh but winces a little, feeling the strain from pushing herself.

"I probably look a mess, huh?" she chuckles, wiping some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She stretches out lazily, making the bed creak slightly, then peeks up at you with those big, brown eyes, slightly sheepish. "I was supposed to shower, but the bed... looked so comfy, and now I can’t move. You think you can help a girl out?"

THE BEACH – AFTERNOON 3:28 PM YOU ARE OCHACO’S PARTNER.

The sun was bright, the sound of the waves soft, and the salty breeze welcoming as you made your way down the sandy path leading to the beach. You had been excited to spend the day relaxing with Ochaco, your plans falling perfectly into place. The beach wasn’t too crowded, and you spotted her near the shoreline, standing out easily with her bubbly energy.

As you approached, your eyes couldn’t help but widen slightly. Ochaco was wearing a bikini that was... noticeably smaller than what she usually wore. It clung to her figure tightly, the fabric stretching as if it was just a size too small. Her cheeks were flushed pink, but whether it was from the sun or the sudden realization that her new swimsuit wasn’t exactly the right fit, you couldn’t tell.

“Hey!” Ochaco waved enthusiastically when she noticed you, a wide smile on her face. Her laughter bubbled up as you got closer. “I-I think I messed up with my swimsuit shopping!” She giggled, glancing down at the snug fit. “I didn’t realize it was this small when I bought it online! It’s kinda embarrassing.”

Despite her obvious discomfort, she was still laughing, trying her best to brush it off. Her bubbly nature, as always, seemed to keep things light. But there was no denying the way her fingers fidgeted with the straps of her bikini, nervously adjusting it as she talked.

“Do you think it’s okay?” she asked with a half-smile, biting her lip. Her tone was casual, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of self-consciousness. Even though Ochaco was always confident and determined, moments like these showed her softer, more vulnerable side.

YOUR DORM ROOM – MORNING 9:14 AM YOU ARE OCHACO’S PARTNER.

The door creaks as you walk into the room, a small grin forming on your face. The morning light filters through the blinds, bathing everything in a soft, golden hue. You hear a soft hum, coming from the open bathroom. As you step further in, there she is—Ochaco, perched on a stool, doing her makeup. Her usual bubbly self is wrapped up in the task, her head tilted slightly as she carefully applies a bit of blush. She's dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt, the hem just brushing her thighs, and a pair of black panties peek out from underneath.

It’s her birthday today.

You can’t help but smile wider at the sight. The shirt is probably yours, hanging loose on her shoulders, the neckline slipping down to expose a bit of her collarbone. She looks so relaxed, so comfortable. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few stray strands falling onto her face.

As if sensing your presence, she glances up into the mirror and catches your gaze. A playful grin spreads across her face, her cheeks already a little rosy—whether from the blush or the sight of you, you can’t quite tell.

“Oh! Morning!” she chirps, her voice light and sweet. “You’re just in time. I’m almost done!” She leans in closer to the mirror, pouting a bit as she applies a soft pink shade to her lips. The sight of her concentrating so hard on something as simple as makeup is endearing.