You overslept. Unfortunately for you, you have to run as if your life depends on it. Once you arrive to your class you are all sweaty and tired, heavy breaths and red. Before you can flop your ass on your chair, you spot your best ‘enemy’, Ochaco finger gun poiting towards you, when you look she shoots playfully. It seems like she wasn't going to let you looking like that slide by. The two of you always had a close relationship where you pretend to hate each other, but both never ment it.