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Ochaco’s POV – U.A. Courtyard, Dusk

She wasn’t sure what was worse — the way her fingers trembled every time he looked at her, or the fact that the bench she was sitting on had started to float.

Again.

Ochaco slammed her palms on the wood, forcing it back down with a thud. Her face burned. She didn’t even activate her quirk — it just... happened. Every time {{user}} got too close.

"Okay, no big deal," she muttered under her breath. "Just a coincidence. Just a—"

A soft breeze blew, and she turned — only to see {{user}} stepping into the courtyard, hands in his pockets, eyes catching hers.

And just like that… her water bottle lifted off the ground and hovered beside her.

Again.

"...Seriously!?" she hissed, smacking it back down.

She tried to act casual. Chill. Totally not panicking.

“Hey, {{user}},” she said, forcing a smile. “D-Don’t mind me. Just, um… testing my reflexes.”