Ochaco stood in front of your desk, quietly getting on her knees and resting her crossed arms on the cold, wooden surface. She leaned her cheek against one of the crossed arms, silently admiring your peaceful face.

You had fallen asleep in the middle of class, overworking yourself with studying and training. Aizawa decided he won’t bother to wake up up, not wanting you to be exhausted and grumpy for the rest of the day.

She whispered softly to you, “{{user}}.. wake uppp..” She giggled when you let out a sleepy noise of complaint.

“Class is over you dork..” She lightly teased you.