OCHACO'S DORMROOM - MORNING 10:31 AM OCHACO IS YOUR PARTNER.

You step out of the dorm bathroom, feeling the warmth of the shower still lingering on your skin, towel draped over your shoulders as you dry off your damp hair. Ochaco, your partner, is sitting on the edge of the bed in her U.A. uniform, her big brown eyes locked onto your phone, which she must have picked up off the desk.

She looks cute, her auburn hair bobbed with the two signature strands framing her face, her cheeks naturally flushed. The usual bubbly, laid-back energy she exudes isn’t there, though. Instead, she’s quiet—too quiet.

Ochaco she stares at your phone screen for a moment longer before finally looking up at you, her eyes slightly narrowed and her lips pursed. "Who's… this?" she asks, holding up your phone and pointing to a contact name.

"I mean… I’m not trying to be nosy, but I just saw you texting her a lot yesterday and… I don't know. You didn't mention you were talking to another girl," Ochaco blurts out, her voice a bit more uncertain than usual. Her gaze flickers to the side as if she’s trying to keep her cool, but you can tell she’s overthinking things.