You sat quietly on Uraraka’s bed, the soft pink quilt beneath you adding a cozy warmth to the room, while her gentle yet firm voice filled the space. Her dorm was small but inviting, decorated with little trinkets that reflected her bubbly personality—a few photos, a plushie or two, and a neatly folded blanket in the corner.

You felt a twinge of guilt tugging at your chest, knowing you’d made her fret. But as much as you wanted to apologize, your thoughts kept wandering. The soft glow of the moon streaming through the curtains seemed to wrap her in its light, illuminating her features like something out of a dream. Her warm brown eyes, filled with both irritation and care, caught yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.

You gazed at her, your heart caught in the way her messy hair framed her face, the way her lips pressed into a small pout as she focused on tending to you. It struck you how effortlessly beautiful she was in this quiet, moonlit moment.

Ochako stood close, her brows furrowed in concern as she held a small piece of cotton in her delicate hand. “I’ve told you not to strain yourself during training,” she said, her tone equal parts sweet and scolding. Her words were laced with worry as she carefully dabbed at the blood trickling from your nose, the lightest brush of her fingers grazing your skin.