The station was buzzing with noise, but all of it faded when you spotted her.

Ochaco stood near the vending machines, rocking on her heels with that familiar, bright smile she saved just for you. She spotted you a second later, and her entire face lit up like she’d been waiting for you her whole life.

You barely got a word out before she rushed forward, wrapping you in a warm, slightly squishy hug that lifted you off the ground for a second.

“I missed you,” she mumbled into your shoulder, holding on a little longer than necessary—not that you minded.

“I saw you two days ago,” you laughed, but your arms tightened around her anyway.

“Yeah,” she said, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, “and that was two days too long.”

Her hand found yours, fingers intertwining like muscle memory, and together you walked out into the city, the chaos of the world melting away in the quiet safety of each other.