i'm ready to go (i'm taking chances) ⌖ open, joiner

OCHACO URARAKA! ⌖

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"It's Uraraka, Mr. Aizawa." Ochaco said nervously, really hoping that this wasn't just somehow someone else named Aizawa. That would be awkward, undoubtedly, but surely Deku would have mentioned that tidbit if that was the case... "Surely you haven't forgotten me, Mr. Aizawa, I may not have been your top student, but I was always putting in a hundred and ten percent!" Ochaco laughed, having lightened the mood a bit, if only for herself. "Or are you just too sleepy to recognize me?" She knew she was pushing the envelope now, but seeing as gentle teasing was incredibly preferable to awkward conversation that would likely concern their deaths, she would go for it.

As Deku appeared, Ochaco felt a wave of relief wash over her. Surely Aizawa would warm up if Izuku was around-- or at least, warm up in the only way he could, which was probably still kind of grumpy... oops.
"Deku!" The havana brown chimed happily smiling as she walked closer to him. "Glad to see I didn't wind up in the wrong place!"

// the ending is mega rushed im so sorry WHEEZES

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"What part of her was frail?"