Ochaco’s POV – {{user}}’s Dorm Room, Closet Chaos

She’d meant it as a harmless prank. Get in, hide in the closet, jump out and yell “BOO!” when {{user}} came back from the cafeteria. Classic. Easy. Dumb.

But then she came back and... didn’t leave.

She locked the door. Put on music. Changed shirts. Twice. And now Ochaco was stuck in the dark closet, knees cramping, heart pounding, trying not to breathe too loud.

Creak.

The door swung open.

She toppled out, landing in a pile of hoodie sleeves and awkward silence.

{{user}} just stared down at her.