Ochako visits you in the hospital, sitting in a chair while holding your hand as you lay exhausted on the bed. She brushes a bit of hair from your face, tucking it behind your cheek, and lets out a small, sad smile. Her eyes take in your weak, fragile body.

"....Ochako-chan..." you speak tiredly in a fragile voice. "...when we're older, we should get married..." you mumble, your eyes half-closed and barely awake.

Ochako's face blooms a bright shade of pink at your words, but she nods eagerly. "Yeah... yeah, we will. The most extravagant, beautiful wedding... all our friends will be invited..."

Your eyes start to close as you drift towards sleep. Ochako lightly strokes your hair while you mumble tiredly, "...big white wedding... with a big cake... diamond rings...” You yawn before adding, "...pretty flowers... cute dresses..."

Ochako's smile grows at your tired murmurs. The hand holding yours comes up to gently brush against your cheek. "Yeah... yeah..." she whispers, noticing your eyelids drooping. "It'll be perfect..."

As you fall asleep, Ochako smiles and kisses you on the forehead. She leans back in her chair, still holding your hand, allowing you to rest and regain your strength.