Our Rainbow Colored Symphony [Izuocha]

|4| Bonds

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   "Come on, come on, come on!"

   Ochako Uraraka, on her firsr day back to school, was already late.

   The girl, being excited to go back, completely forgot to set her alarm the night before and ended up waking up way later than she anticipated.

   Her parents ended up having to wake her up whenever they noticed that Ochako wasn't awake and it was only ten minutes before she was supposed to leave which panicked her immensely.
  
  Ochako grabbed her plaid uniform sock from off of her bed and slid it onto her leg, the fabric reaching just below her knee.

   A small, hardly noticeable bruise was settled onto her knee due to her fall. It ached at the touch, but it was no where near as bad as it had been before. There was also a small bruise on the side of her arm, and another on her forehead right under her bangs, a relief to Ochako since it made it easy to hide from her classmates and especially her mother.

   The thought of hair being on her mind, Ochako rushed over to her mirror, hair brush in hand and started combing through the knots in her hair. Her hair was short, barely touching her shoulders, but the thickness of her locks caused it to be hard to maintain no matter the length, a large disappointment to Ochako considering the rumors about it being easier to manage was the main reason she cut it in the first place. There was less of it to deal with, but the knots were still painful and they were now closer to her scalp which made the job hurt more than it would with it longer.

   She couldn't say she didn't like her hair short, however. She thought it suited her nicely and liked how the two pieces in the front framed her face. Bakugo teased her about looking like a child or Dora The Explorer, but she had learned to disregard his remarks over the years and would usually find something to reply with. Typically it was a joke about all of the hair gel he uses seeping to his brain or at least that she doesn't act like a spoiled six year old like him, which would either lead to arguments or Bakugo walking off with nothing to reply with.

  Within a couple of minutes, Ochako was finished brushing. She set the brush down on her desk and swiftly combed her fingers through her hair a few times to make sure that she didn't miss any knots, half-smiling at the confirmation that her hair was knot free before going over to her bed and slipping on her brown loafer and lacing up the strings quickly and sloppily before looking for the other shoe, huffing whenever she realized it wasn't next to her.

  "Whereisitwhereisitwhereisit" she mumbled as she searched her bed, yanking her already unmade bed spread off of her bed and shaking it in hopes to see a small shoe fall onto the ground, but to no avail as she threw the comforter to the side and dropped to the wooden floor.

   Ochako peeked under her bed, searching with her eyes for a moment and gasping in relief once she spotted a brown shoe, quickly fishing it out with her arm.