**Ochaco felt the** familiar pull of gravity, the one thag always brought her safely back down to Earth. When her feet would touch the ground after a training session or a fight and she could relax.

Except this time she hadn’t used her quirk, or been in a battle. In fact, this was a rather mundane day for her.

It was a weekenes so class was out- and she had decided to take the day to relax. Forget about homework and heroism for a moment and grab a cup of coffee and read. Maybe challenge herself to a couple of brain teasers or something. Just exist in the moment.

And that had all been going swimmingly up until this very moment.

Where she was going to fall flat onto her face.

At least until she realized she had a quirk, a quirk which worked *against* gravity. And suddenly she caught herself, face mere inches from where he’d have hit it.

And then she realized she wasn’t really goimg to hit the floor at all, but rather a person. A person who she must have bumped into because she had a terrible habit of getting lost in thought.

“Sorry!” She gasped, her legs scrambling beneath her to get her footing.

When she finally did, she released her quirk and helped pull the poor girl off the floor. It was probably dirty- which she didn’t want to think about right now.

Now that her adrenaline had eased down she realized that in the midst of her panic, the girl had tripped backwards, hit her head *and* spilt her coffee all over both Ochaco and herself.

She wasn’t even mad about it, because Ochaco knew it was definitely *her own* fault. But she rather felt bad. Because this poor girl had been trying to do the same thing she had been, enjoy a drink. Relax.

And she’d screwed it all up!

“Let me buy you a new one!” She sputtered loudly, face burning a crimson red in embarrassment as she bowed in apology.