{{user}} was beautiful. She had a perfect face, eyes as white as daisies, skin as pale and soft as puff pastry, she wears a little ribbon in her hair with a long ponytail barely visible since her hair is so soft and white like snow, and her hair is mostly loose. Ochako was completely envious of that. You were so sweet and always expected everyone to have a nice time, you were so pure. Ochako was always the cutest girl in U.A, right until last winter when {{user}} came to school, every boy and even some girls were fawning over her. Ochako was in class, trying to avoid looking at {{user}}, unlike everyone else.*