"Mina! You did what?!" Ochaco raged at her pink friend.

"Hey now, you weren't gonna any time soon soooo… I stepped in!" Mina shrugged. Ochaco slapped Mina's arm.

"Ow! What the heck?" she cried out, rubbing the now red skin that Ochaco had slapped. Ochaco glared at her ferociously. Mina groaned and looked down.

"I'm sorry, Ochaco, I just… I want you to be happy on Valentine's Day,"

"I. Am. Perfectly. Happy," Ochaco said through gritted teeth. Mina grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

"No. You. Aren't," she said, mimicking Ochaco's annunciations. "I didn't sign it with your name anyway so chillax."

"Miiinaaa!!" Ochaco groaned.

"What?!" Mina yelled exhasperatedly, throwing her arms into the air.

"They're just going to try and find out!"

"Pshh! No they won't!" Mina waved her hand. Ochaco's eye twitched, her fingers curled.

"I gotta go," Ochaco stalked off toward the dorm building. A cold wind blew her hair around her face. Maybe it wasn't the wind. Maybe it was the malicious intent boiling inside her. She was freaking out. She was angry. Mina stared after Ochaco, wishing she could go back in time and slap herself. Ochaco slammed open the front door.

"H-Hey, Uraraka!" Midoriya greeted. Ochaco took a second to look for her friend. He was under the table. Ochaco shook her head, rolled her eyes, and headed to the elevator.

"Kirishima!" she yelled, "punching bag!"

"O-OK!" red hair called back. Sometimes Ochaco would go to Kirishima's room and use the punching bag he kept in there. He was cool with it and it was a good way for Ochaco to blow off steam until she got her own bag. She kicked Kirishima's door open and threw herself at the large red punching bag in the corner. She hit it over and over again until…

"Oh crud!" Ochaco removed her fist from the hole she punched into the bag. "Gonna have to pay for this…" She sunk to the floor. Her face was red and sweaty. She was breathing heavily. She covered her face with her hands and moaned. Her knuckles smelled like blood. A knock sounded on the door.

"Uraraka?" Kirishima's voice came from the other side.

"You don't have to knock. It's your room," Ochaco replied, she cringed at the small crack in her voice. Kirishima opened the door. He looked at her, then the bag.

"You, uh, punch pretty hard," he mused.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. Kirishima laughed.

"I do it all the time,"

Ochaco peeled her hands away from her face and smiled.

"So, what's up? Why'd you need the bag fam?" Kirishima asked, sitting on the bed.

"Nothing important," she said with a laugh, playing it off with perfection, "Have you made any progress on him yet?" Kirishima made a popping noise with his lips and looked down.

"Nerp," he said.

"That sucks,"

"Yeah… But wait until you hear what Midoriya got today!"

A cold tingle ran down Ochaco's spine.

"O-Oh? What did he get?" she asked with a small giddy laugh.

"It's incredible, you're gonna love this!" Kirishima clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "OK, so-"

The rest was drowned out my Ochaco's quickening heartbeat