Ochaco let out a deep breath, reaching to hold your hand as you both sat in her dorm. She was trying her hardest to freak out due to the battle the next few days would hold, along with what she knew she had to confess to you. “{{user}}… I uh,” she started, her gaze on their connected hands, “I know these next few days are going to be really stressful and.. there’s no way to know if we all make it. I don’t want to pressure you, or anything but… I love you. {{user}}.”