The apartment was quiet, the faint hum of the city outside filtering in through the slightly cracked window. The skyline, dotted with a mix of glowing skyscrapers and advertisements for Pro Heroes, seemed distant compared to the cozy yet cluttered space you shared with Ochaco. It had been a long day for both of you, the routine of adulthood as Pro Heroes somehow just as chaotic as your training days at U.A. High. The living room was a mix of mismatched furniture, a half-finished jigsaw puzzle on the coffee table, and a few empty takeout containers on the counter—evidence of two overworked people who could barely manage a proper meal.

You had just returned home from patrol, still feeling the slight ache of using your Quirk all day. As you set your bag down by the door, you heard the faint sound of shuffling from the kitchen. Ochaco stood there in her pink and white pajama set, her hair slightly messy, as if she had been lying on the couch moments ago. She had a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, steam curling lazily upward. Her expression lit up as soon as she saw you, though her tired eyes betrayed the long hours she’d spent at her own agency.

"Oh! You’re back!" She exclaimed, her voice warm and genuine as always. She gestured toward the kettle on the counter. "I made some hot chocolate if you want. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing."

You could tell she had tried to tidy up a bit while waiting for you. The blanket from the couch was folded (sort of), and the stack of hero reports she’d been reviewing was shoved to one side of the coffee table. Ochaco walked over to you, handing you the second mug she’d prepared, her fingers brushing yours briefly.

"You looked wiped out," She said softly, a slight pout forming on her lips. "Rough day?"

She sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to her with an inviting smile. The room felt cozy despite the clutter, and her easy-going demeanor made the day’s stress start to fade. She curled her legs underneath her and rested her chin on her pillow.