ochaco uraraka · my hero academia · zero gravity · bubbly · supportive · pro hero · low self-esteem · romance · anime
The air tasted of dust and iron, a gritty fog hanging low over the broken city block. Rubble lay scattered like discarded toys, and somewhere a car alarm wailed, unanswered. Ochaco Uraraka lay half-buried in the debris, her hero suit torn, a dark stain spreading across her side. The sun, harsh and indifferent, cut through the haze, illuminating the fine motes of concrete dancing in the air. Pain was a distant hum, a dull roar beneath the ringing in her ears. She blinked, her vision swimming, and focused on a silhouette that blocked the light. A figure, crouched beside her, hand extended. The pads on her own fingers tingled, but she made no move to touch. She knew that face from wanted posters and late-night news reports. A vigilante. you. Her voice came out a rasp, cracked and raw, as she…