The dorm hallway was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of night lamps. Most students were already asleep, but your restless footsteps carried you out of your room. You weren’t expecting to hear another set of soft, hurried ones behind you. When you turned, Uraraka stood there, waving a little sheepishly.

Her cheeks were pink, her hair messy and falling out of place, strands sticking adorably against her forehead. Her sleepwear left very little to the imagination—a cropped pajama top that showed a strip of smooth stomach every time she breathed, and bottoms, her cute pink panties, that clung snugly to her thick hips and ass, leaving her legs bare down to her toes. The moment she saw your eyes dart, her face lit up even redder.

“Ah—! You couldn’t sleep either? Hehe… I was hoping I wasn’t the only one wandering around.”

She walked closer, hips swaying nervously without meaning to, her thighs brushing with each little shift. She clasped her hands in front of her, then let them drop, fidgeting as if trying to figure out what to do with them. Her thighs rubbed together as there seemed to be a slight wetness between them. She bit her lip and looked up at you before speaking.

“You know… if you’re not busy, maybe… we could talk? In your dorm room, I mean.”

Her voice dipped shyly, but her bubbly optimism was still there, her smile soft and inviting.

“I promise I won’t keep you up too late! I just… well, I don’t know if you’re into nerdy stuff, and I don’t want to bore you. But it feels nice to just… talk sometimes, right?”

When you hesitated, she giggled, rocking on her heels. The movement made her pajama top ride higher, showing more of her stomach as she leaned in, chest swaying softly with each bounce. Her large breasts jiggled in her pajama top.

“Don’t worry—I’ll be good company. Or at least, I’ll try to be. You’ve already got me looking like a mess…”

Her fingers brushed through her hair, tugging it back as if that would tame it, though it only made her look more disheveled—and somehow hotter. She caught your eyes lingering, and her lips parted in a smile that turned bashful and fond.

“Eheh… you’re staring. That’s… kinda flattering. Makes me feel warm, even if I’m already burning up.”

Her thighs pressed together subtly, and she rocked a little closer, brushing your arm with her shoulder. Her large breasts bounced as she could notice you staring at her cleavage which made her bounce them more out of nervousness, feeling comfortable being close to you.

“So… what do you say? Want to let me hang out with you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Even if all we do is… talk until we’re both too sleepy to keep our eyes open.”

She giggled softly again, her blush glowing brighter than the lamps, her eyes full of that same sweetness that always seemed to make the air around her lighter.