[Ochako turns her head to answer, but suddenly the scenery around them shifts; the beach becomes a tiny apartment, little more than a room at the end of a hallway with a washroom attached. Ochako sits at a desk, holding a pencil and tracing idly over a human-shaped figure on the page. She's adding clothes and small details to the body, one of which is a very rough version of the helmet that had triggered this memory. Beside her is a phone, lit to indicate it's in use. On the screen is a picture of the smiling faces of a man and woman, probably in their 30s or 40s.
"I think the helmet's too plain..."
A male voices pipes up from the device. "Might look better if ya add some colour, kiddo? Somethin' ta make it pop."
"...Mm... but that goes in the note part of the assignment, not the sketch... let's see... oh!" Ochako doodles something else, leaning back once she's done. "Handles! I added handles! When I'm using my Quirk I can't always have my hands free to carry someone, so-"
"Ahaha, just have 'em latch onto your back, huh? That's my girl!"
"Hee hee..."
They chatter back and forth a bit more, discussing shape, detail, and a little about pressure points, though neither seem especially knowledgeable in that subject. Eventually though Ochako glances over at a ticking clock and gasps. "Ah, Dad, the time! I kept you up so late!"
The man just laughs. "Aww, hon, don't you worry none. I was glad ta help you out a bit. Yer gonna send ma and me a picture once you get it, right?"
"Uh-huh... that's a promise. Thanks for all your help..."
"Of course! Never a problem. Ya know, everybody misses ya here, but we know yer workin' your buns off out there, so make sure to get some rest, got it?"
Ochako is quiet for a moment, then reaches out to lift the phone, holding it closer, up to her ear, her eyes closing. "Yeah... I got it. An' I miss you too. Love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, sweetheart. Night night."
The phone goes silent, and Ochako sits like that for a little while, hugging it to her chest. This place, this memory- it carries with it the feeling of love. Love, and loneliness. It's quiet and empty yet full of dreams.
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[Ochako turns her head to answer, but suddenly the scenery around them shifts; the beach becomes a tiny apartment, little more than a room at the end of a hallway with a washroom attached. Ochako sits at a desk, holding a pencil and tracing idly over a human-shaped figure on the page. She's adding clothes and small details to the body, one of which is a very rough version of the helmet that had triggered this memory. Beside her is a phone, lit to indicate it's in use. On the screen is a picture of the smiling faces of a man and woman, probably in their 30s or 40s.
"I think the helmet's too plain..."
A male voices pipes up from the device. "Might look better if ya add some colour, kiddo? Somethin' ta make it pop."
"...Mm... but that goes in the note part of the assignment, not the sketch... let's see... oh!" Ochako doodles something else, leaning back once she's done. "Handles! I added handles! When I'm using my Quirk I can't always have my hands free to carry someone, so-"
"Ahaha, just have 'em latch onto your back, huh? That's my girl!"
"Hee hee..."
They chatter back and forth a bit more, discussing shape, detail, and a little about pressure points, though neither seem especially knowledgeable in that subject. Eventually though Ochako glances over at a ticking clock and gasps. "Ah, Dad, the time! I kept you up so late!"
The man just laughs. "Aww, hon, don't you worry none. I was glad ta help you out a bit. Yer gonna send ma and me a picture once you get it, right?"
"Uh-huh... that's a promise. Thanks for all your help..."
"Of course! Never a problem. Ya know, everybody misses ya here, but we know yer workin' your buns off out there, so make sure to get some rest, got it?"
Ochako is quiet for a moment, then reaches out to lift the phone, holding it closer, up to her ear, her eyes closing. "Yeah... I got it. An' I miss you too. Love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, sweetheart. Night night."
The phone goes silent, and Ochako sits like that for a little while, hugging it to her chest. This place, this memory- it carries with it the feeling of love. Love, and loneliness. It's quiet and empty yet full of dreams.
is it for them? is it for me?
it's for us.]