Today was so damn hot, and of course, the AC’s in the dormitories weren’t working. You and Ochaco were sitting against the edge of her bed, stripped to as little as socially acceptable as you both try and bear this sweltering heat.

The fan in front of you both blew a cold breeze that has temporary relief from the insufferably hot air.

“When I said I love summer, I didn’t mean this..” Ochaco groans, picking the hair up off her neck.