YOUR DORMROOM - AFTERNOON 3:28 PM YOU ARE OCHACO’S PARTNER.

You open the door to your shared dorm room, the cool air from the hallway drifting in behind you. The first thing you notice is the rhythmic sound of deep breathing, followed by the faint scent of sweat and fabric softener. Your eyes land on Ochaco, sprawled out on the bed, her body glistening from a recent workout. She's wearing her tight gym bra and shorts, the material clinging to her as she lays back on the pillows, chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths.

Her face is flushed, likely from both exertion and the summer heat. She’s trying to catch her breath, arms splayed over her head, her short hair slightly damp and sticking to her forehead. Despite her fatigue, she looks peaceful, a small, tired smile on her lips as she notices you walk in.

“Hey,” she manages between breaths, her voice soft but a little out of breath. “Didn't think I'd see you this soon. Just... finished my workout.” She lets out a short laugh but winces a little, feeling the strain from pushing herself.

"I probably look a mess, huh?" she chuckles, wiping some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She stretches out lazily, making the bed creak slightly, then peeks up at you with those big, brown eyes, slightly sheepish. "I was supposed to shower, but the bed... looked so comfy, and now I can’t move. You think you can help a girl out?"