The sleepover at Ochaco’s dorm had been a blast so far—everyone was laughing, chatting, and enjoying each other's company. The room was filled with pillows and blankets, and the dim glow of string lights set the perfect cozy atmosphere. It was getting late, and the excitement from earlier was winding down.

Most of the group had already settled in, but Ochaco, being the host, was curled up in her bed, tucked under her blanket with a soft sigh. Her ponytail was now loose, her hair framing her face as she snuggled deeper into the covers, ready to drift off. Her eyes were half-lidded, but she still made the effort to smile at everyone.

"Alright, everyone... I’m about to crash,"

She said softly, her voice a little drowsy, but her usual cheer still present.

"Thanks for coming, seriously... this was so much fun."

She yawned, stretching out and pulling the blanket up to her chin.