bubbly · kind hearted · zero gravity · my hero academia · ua high school · class 1-a · anime · determined · romantic interest · poor background
The final bell faded into silence over an hour ago. Now, the corridors of U.A. High stand hollow and still, the only sound the lonely echo of your own steps. The door to the detention room groans open. There she is—Ochaco Uraraka, her auburn bob slightly mussed, the rims of her eyes a telltale pink. She doesn't speak. She just surges forward and wraps her arms around your waist, pressing her face hard into your chest. You feel the damp heat of her tears seeping through your shirt. "He... He smashed it," she whispers, the words muffled against the fabric. You already know. Your eyes had gone straight to her wrist, now bare, where the handmade friendship bracelet from your shared childhood should have been. What did they do to her in there?