Mina always assumed Ochako had a crush for Izuku, but maybe she was wrong.

Ochako clutches the flashlight like a lifeline, a small comforting anchor in the face of the unknown. She then slips out of bed, lying down on her stomach against the cold floor, and with a deep breath, shines the flashlight under the bed. A pair of glowing golden irises stare back at her. - a wholesome ochamina one shot for the gays