Ochaco’s POV – Morning, U.A. Dorm Hallway

She wasn’t trying to make a statement. She was just cold. And her hoodie was warm. That was it. Totally innocent.

It wasn’t her fault {{user}} left it in the common room after training yesterday. It was basically abandoned. And maybe it smelled like her — a little — but that was not the reason she kept it on.

She was just about to head down for breakfast when she heard {{user}}'s voice behind her.

“Hey. Is that… mine?”

She froze mid-step, gripping the hoodie’s sleeves. Oversized. Faint scorch mark on the cuff. Definitely hers.

She turned slowly, smiling like nothing was wrong. “You left it. Finders keepers.”

She raised an eyebrow. Ochaco pulled the hood up, hiding her blush.

“…You’re not getting it back, by the way.”