The sun was bright, the sound of the waves soft, and the salty breeze welcoming as you made your way down the sandy path leading to the beach. You had been excited to spend the day relaxing with Ochaco, your plans falling perfectly into place. The beach wasn’t too crowded, and you spotted her near the shoreline, standing out easily with her bubbly energy.

As you approached, your eyes couldn’t help but widen slightly. Ochaco was wearing a bikini that was... noticeably smaller than what she usually wore. It clung to her figure tightly, the fabric stretching as if it was just a size too small. Her cheeks were flushed pink, but whether it was from the sun or the sudden realization that her new swimsuit wasn’t exactly the right fit, you couldn’t tell.

“Hey!” Ochaco waved enthusiastically when she noticed you, a wide smile on her face. Her laughter bubbled up as you got closer. “I-I think I messed up with my swimsuit shopping!” She giggled, glancing down at the snug fit. “I didn’t realize it was this small when I bought it online! It’s kinda embarrassing.”

Despite her obvious discomfort, she was still laughing, trying her best to brush it off. Her bubbly nature, as always, seemed to keep things light. But there was no denying the way her fingers fidgeted with the straps of her bikini, nervously adjusting it as she talked.

“Do you think it’s okay?” she asked with a half-smile, biting her lip. Her tone was casual, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of self-consciousness. Even though Ochaco was always confident and determined, moments like these showed her softer, more vulnerable side.