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WYWG: Ochaco Uraraka

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A strong, unfortunately familiar metallic odour floated throughout the dorm room, wrapping and winding itself into and around the sparingly decorated space.

The twist of a wet rag gurgled and wheezed while water trickled heavily down into the small pool by her strong hands. This was the only indication you had before a startlingly cool moss texture pressed to your crusted eyes.

"Stay still Y/n." Her soft voice fret, placing her other hand on the back of your head steadily.

"Well, I'd appreciate a warning next time." You chuckled, doing your best to ignore the discomfort of the rag dabbing against your eyelids.

The warmth of her sigh against your face felt like it was reaching in and scooping up your heart in a kind hug. "And I'd appreciate you not pushing yourself like this every time we train." She retorted, exasperation laced within a teasing tone.

The rag traced down your face in a spongy, bouncing way, leaving a trail of cool, cleanliness behind where your crusting blood stains were.

The lump in your throat was getting harder to swallow.

Still, a timid smile attempted to break across your face. "Sorry."

She huffed, probably puffing our her cheeks in the most adorable way possible. You didn't even need to see it and butterflies still stormed your stomach.

"Yeah, well, I'll accept your apology when you actually mean it." The rag and the hand behind your head slipped from you and met a pool of water to dip into again. "Really, you need to take care of yourself a bit better than this though. Mr. Aizawa has told you a bunch of times already Y/n."

"Aww, are you worried about me Ochaco?" You cooed while she rang the rag out again.

She scoffed harshly to herself. "Of course I am! Just, look at the state you're in!"

"I can't." You said, as a fleeting grin spread across your face.

She paused, a quietness barely settled before she spoke. "You know what I meant." She grumbled and leaned forward again; making her box spring beneath the mattress squeak with age. "You blinding yourself after every fight can't be good for you, especially with all the blood you lose." Her delicate touch began to tend to you again.

The water seeped into the blood, dislodging sticky flakes from your eye lids carefully until you could begin to crack your eyes open, taking in as much of your fuzzy surroundings that you could.

"It's really not that bad, I could keep going if I needed to." You chuckled, your fingers nervously curling around the soft comforter of your bed and squeezing it tightly in your hold.

The blob shape you could only assume to be Ochaco sighed and shook their head. "It really wouldn't help having a frantic hero shooting lasers from her bleeding eyes with no rhyme or reason."

Her diligent hands paused for a moment. "That's honestly a horrifying image." She said lightly, a breathy laugh finally lifting the atmosphere around her.

A warmth rose inside of you as well, encouraging a genuine smile to melt onto your face like butter in a warm pan.

Her laughter started to settle down and she went back to tending to your eyes. "I just don't want you to go out there alone and end up in a situation where you're a sitting duck."