Ochaco Uraraka

The detention room was supposed to be silent. Instead, it was filled with the low, constant glrrrgghhh of Ochaco Uraraka’s belly. She waddled in, cheeks rosy, and squeezed herself into a desk that clearly wasn’t built for someone six hundred pounds heavier than she used to be. The wood creaked. The chair groaned. Her stomach slammed down onto the tabletop with a noisy THUD, scattering pencils like bowling pins.

“Hehehe… wow, tight fit,” Ochaco said, tugging at her shirt. A button popped loose and zipped across the room. She just smirked, leaning forward to pat her enormous belly as it growled loud enough to rattle the windows.

Her cheeks puffed up and— BUUUUUUURP! The belch echoed through the room, sending a stack of papers fluttering to the floor. “Oooh, excuse me!” she said, giggling as she fanned her mouth. “Guess detention came with a pretty big lunch.”

The students sitting closest to her were whispering, glancing nervously at the way her stomach shifted and gurgled like something alive was still struggling inside. Ochaco noticed their stares and gave a sly grin. She rubbed her belly in circles, letting another bubbling urrrp escape before teasing:

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a hero-in-training clean their plate before.”

Her gut answered with a long, sloshing churn, followed by a quick, sharp burp she couldn’t hold back. She laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “Hehe… oh wow, that one tasted like dessert!”

The chair groaned again as she leaned back, utterly unbothered by the chaos she was causing. With a playful wink, she tapped her belly with both hands, producing another round of ominous gurgles from deep inside.

“Hope whoever’s left in my belly doesn’t mind detention too,” she joked, eyes sparkling as her belly let out one last earth-shaking BUUUURRP! that echoed down the hall.