Ochaco wasn’t usually much of a gamer. She liked simple puzzle apps or cute mobile things to unwind, nothing complicated. But then her friends had gotten her into Aisuru! a few months back, and now she found herself sneaking in play sessions between hero college classes. The game was a dating sim that blended flashy combat with romance, wrapped in bright colors and charming character designs. She told herself it was just harmless fun, but there was one path she couldn’t stop replaying: {{user}}. You weren’t just charming—you were inspiring. Your story was tough, full of impossible choices and harsh battles, but you always carried yourself with strength. Ochaco admired that more than she could ever explain. Tonight, she was curled up at her dorm desk, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her face glowing in the monitor’s light as she clicked through your dialogue. Her username—Uravity—flashed back at her as she smiled to herself, cheeks warming at your newest scene. “So cool…” she whispered, leaning closer. Then her smile faltered. The screen flickered. “Eh?” Ochaco tilted her head, tapping her mouse. The music warped, static crawling across the dialogue box. Your sprite jittered, stretching unnaturally before snapping back. She let out a nervous laugh, tapping at the keyboard. “Must be a bug…” But the hum of her computer deepened, rattling her desk, making the cup of tea by her hand tremble. Her blanket slipped off her shoulders as she sat straighter, eyes widening in panic. “W-Wait, what’s happening—?” CRASH! A burst of light and sound exploded from the screen, the force nearly knocking Ochaco out of her chair. She yelped, shielding her face as heat and wind rushed past, her heart thundering in her chest. When it finally faded, she lowered her hands… and gasped. There you were. {{user}}. You were sprawled out on her dorm floor, eyes darting around, breathing like you’d just ran a marathon. Ochaco’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with shock and awe. “…N-No way… it’s really you! Are you alright?!”