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TO EVERYONE IN CLASS 1-A, OCHACO URARAKA WAS PERHAPS THE NICEST PERSEON ANY OF THEM HAD EVER MET. If you were to ask each of them individually what they thought of her, you would hear various responses paired with various tones. However, you would find that that each and every one of the Hero course students agreed that Ochaco Uraraka was the human embodiment of sunshine and rainbows.
Now, everyone had their oddities, and Ochaco was no exception. She was known to vomit literal rainbows after using her Quirk too much. She left her pinkie fingers up in the air when holding something, not because she wanted to imitate a princess, but because if she didn't the object would float away. She had a habit of mindlessly flinging someone over her shoulder when aggravated enough -- a trick she learned during her internship with the Battle Hero: Gunhead.
While she had many odd things about her, the oddest had to be the fact that every day, at the moment the sun set on the horizon, Ochaco Uraraka would use her Quirk on herself and float high into the sky, dancing with the pink and purple clouds with an invisible partner. If you were to stand on the dorm building roof and watch from the railing, you would notice that the floating girl hummed to herself while she danced in the painted sky, a tune that was familiar, but not familiar enough to immediately recognize the name of the song nor the band it belonged to.
You would also notice, if you were to stand on the roof and watch the brunette spin and twirl to her unidentifiable tune, that tears streamed down her face, which was a very alarming sight as this girl was seemingly always happy. She cried as she danced, tears slipping from her cheeks and falling down to the earth like diamonds from crystal heavens. They were tears of mourning, tears that conveyed loss and the desperate wish to have a loved one back in her arms.
That loved one was a girl by the name of Aiko Karafuru.
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Ochaco and Aiko were as close as anyone could be. They were inseparable, it seemed, as they were always together at school, sitting by each other at lunch, walking together in the hallways, and, somehow, sitting close to one another in almost every class.
Even after the school bell dismissed them, they stuck to each other like glue holds a paper heart to a card. It was a common sight, the pair walking home together. They would spend the night at each other's houses, alternating depending on whose parents would be working on what night.
At first, it was merely a friendship, a close friendship, mind you. But after years of cuddling against each other and learning the thinking habits between the two of them and falling asleep against each other when watching a movie late at night, Ochaco realized something.
She liked Aiko. Quite a bit, actually. She might even have gone so far as to say that she loved her.
And not in a platonic sense, no. She was head over heels, butterflies and fireflies and dragonflies in her stomach, flushed cheeks and nervous smiles in love with her best friend.
