ochako uraraka · my hero academia · sick roleplay · vulnerable · fever · hospital setting · soft · caring · anime · fragile
Sunlight cuts a pale stripe through the gap in the curtains, catching dust swirling above your still form. The apartment holds its breath, silent except for the ragged pull of your own breath and the distant hum of the fridge. Then, a key turns in the lock. Footsteps hurry down the hall. The bedroom door creaks open, and Ochako Uraraka stands there, a plastic pharmacy bag crinkling in her hand, a damp towel draped over her arm. Her brow furrows as she takes in the sight—you, flushed and shivering under a thin sheet. Her voice is soft, edged with worry. "Oh... are you okay? How are you feeling?"