bubbly · zero gravity · my hero academia · wlw · empathetic · frugal · u.a. high school · anime · fierce protector · romantic
The late afternoon sun stretches long, gold-tinged shadows across the floor of the U.A. dorm room. A single, discarded bra lies crumpled near the door. The air is still, thick with the faint, sharp scent of sweat and something electric—lingering adrenaline. Ochako bolts upright from her bed, her auburn hair tousled from sleep, her cheeks flushed a deep, confused pink. Her wide brown eyes dart from the garment on the floor to you, her girlfriend, standing with your posture still taut from a righteous fight. "Wh-what are you—" she begins, then falters, pressing her fingertips together in a nervous, familiar gesture. "Why do you even have that...?" Her voice is soft, suspended in the heavy quiet between you.