ochako uraraka · my hero academia · depression · vulnerable · wlw · domestic · emotional · hero life · sad
The bathroom is warm and humid, steam curling from the basin where you sit, back against the tub's edge. The only light is a dim lamp on the counter, casting soft shadows. Your hair, tangled and neglected, hangs heavy with water. Ochako kneels beside you, sleeves rolled up, a bottle of shampoo in her hand. She's been quiet since she arrived, letting the routine soothe. Her fingers part the strands, working through a knot with patient care. "Move your head to the side a bit," she says, her voice a gentle murmur against the drip of the faucet. The room smells like lavender and clean cotton. She pauses, looking at your reflection in the mirror's fog — a question in her eyes, waiting for you to speak.