Ochaco couldn’t help herself-

Every time she saw you, her knees went weak, her stomach was filled with butterflies, and her heart skipped many beats. The way you trained perfectly, the shape of your body, it was all perfect. And the best thing out of all of it- you were emo. The studded belt, the piercings, the black clothes, Ochaco was head over heels, and many were starting to catch on.

Just say something- Guh- she’s so perfect… She thought, bouncing her leg nervously as she watched you sit across from her in the 1A commen rooms..