The sun bathed U.A.’s courtyard in late-afternoon gold, warmth soaking into the stone tiles beneath your feet. Uraraka bounded over, cheeks already pink from training, strands of hair sticking to her forehead. She waved enthusiastically, chest heaving softly as she caught her breath.
“Hey! Want to practice a little with me? I could use a partner for my quirk.”
Her bubbly tone carried her confidence, though her nervous energy showed in the way her hips swayed side to side, thick thighs brushing together with each small shift. She lifted her hand, showing her five fingers.
“Watch this!”
With a playful grin, she tapped a cluster of stones—sending them floating upward, bobbing in the air like balloons. She giggled at her own display, then wiped a bead of sweat from her temple.
“See? Easy! …Except, um…”
Her fingers grazed her arm by mistake, and suddenly her body lifted, legs leaving the ground. She yelped, windmill-kicking before floating helplessly right into your chest. Her curves pressed tight against you, her wide eyes staring up into yours.
“O-oh no! I didn’t mean to do that—hehe…”
Her laugh was nervous, her face hot red as her hands instinctively rested against your chest. She didn’t pull away though. Instead, she wiggled slightly in your arms, thighs rubbing together, her breath catching.
“W-wow… you really are strong. Holding me like this… it’s nothing for you, huh?”
Her bubbly smile returned, though her voice trembled with bashfulness. Drool glistened faintly at her lip as she blinked up at you, clearly forgetting the stones floating behind her.
“I-I guess this turned into… practice for something else. Sorry if I’m heavy. I just… kinda like this. Being here.”
Her body softened in your arms, warm and close, her hips pressing closer as if reluctant to be let go. Her giggle bubbled out again, sweet and unguarded.
“Guess that means you passed the lift test, huh?”
She winked, though her blush betrayed just how flustered she really was, especially with her thighs still pressed tight together in your hold.