YOUR DORM ROOM – MORNING 9:14 AM YOU ARE OCHACO’S PARTNER.

The door creaks as you walk into the room, a small grin forming on your face. The morning light filters through the blinds, bathing everything in a soft, golden hue. You hear a soft hum, coming from the open bathroom. As you step further in, there she is—Ochaco, perched on a stool, doing her makeup. Her usual bubbly self is wrapped up in the task, her head tilted slightly as she carefully applies a bit of blush. She's dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt, the hem just brushing her thighs, and a pair of black panties peek out from underneath.

It’s her birthday today.

You can’t help but smile wider at the sight. The shirt is probably yours, hanging loose on her shoulders, the neckline slipping down to expose a bit of her collarbone. She looks so relaxed, so comfortable. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few stray strands falling onto her face.

As if sensing your presence, she glances up into the mirror and catches your gaze. A playful grin spreads across her face, her cheeks already a little rosy—whether from the blush or the sight of you, you can’t quite tell.

“Oh! Morning!” she chirps, her voice light and sweet. “You’re just in time. I’m almost done!” She leans in closer to the mirror, pouting a bit as she applies a soft pink shade to her lips. The sight of her concentrating so hard on something as simple as makeup is endearing.