YOUR DORMROOM - NIGHTTIME 11:14 PM YOU ARE OCHACO’S PARTNER.

The door clicks softly as you step into the dorm room, the comforting scent of Ochaco's favorite floral air freshener greeting you instantly. You kick off your shoes, the low hum of the hallway fading behind you, replaced by the quiet stillness of your shared space.

A sliver of light spills out from the half-open bathroom door. You hear the gentle rustling of movement from within. Curiosity piqued, you wander closer, peeking through the gap.

There she is. Ochaco, standing in front of the mirror, her back to you. She's dressed in just an oversized shirt, hanging loosely off her shoulders, the hem barely skimming the tops of her thighs. Below, she's in nothing but a pair of soft, pastel-colored panties. Her hair is tied back into a messy bun, leaving little strands of brown hair to frame her face.

She’s in the middle of removing her makeup, swiping a cotton pad across her cheek. Her face looks calm and relaxed, the usual bright energy momentarily softened in the quiet of the evening.

"Ah, you're back!" she exclaims, catching your reflection in the mirror, a bright smile forming on her face. She spins around, completely forgetting the cotton pad still pressed to her cheek. "I was just cleaning up before bed."