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[ochaco]

And we are far from home

but we're so happy

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Ochaco Uraraka was awake.

Months ago, she woke in a pool of (what she presumed to be) her own blood, in a body that was no longer bipedal— in a body that was no longer human. It was something Ochaco believed she would never experience. Even in the world of quirks and heroes, she was the one with a zero gravity quirk, not some sort of transmutation quirk. Yet here she was, in the body of a havana brown feline, pelt blotched with pinks that she recognized to match her old hero costume.

Old hero costume, huh? Yeah, she supposed at this rate she’d never be going back to that. Unless this was some kind of terrible dream, Ochaco doubted this was going to end. Waking up in this form was something that occurred about a month or so ago, if her time calculations were correct. She checked the moon every night; it was her only guiding light. No matter how much time had passed, though, her point stayed the same: she was stuck in the body of a feline.

Ochaco had moved from area to area, but never quite settled down anywhere. She was quick to learn that the animal world was more blood and gore than she’d pinned it up to be, and she wasn’t in the business of dying a second time. That was tough to accept, too. She died, huh? Of course she had to die eventually, but she thought it wouldn’t be when she was still so... young. She thought she’d be a pro-hero at the very least, but the world was incredibly cruel, she supposed. Now she was left in the body of an unfamiliar creature — one she’d only began to learn how to maneuver properly, and had the barest of ideas on how to fight in — and in a world where she was alone.

At the present moment she found herself wandering a forest, it was easier to blend into the dark shadows that it was in bright daylight, and she was looking to avoid contact with ninety percent of other living beings. The remaining ten went to prey, and to the fleeting hope that she hadn’t been the only one of her classmates to end up in this peculiar hell. Of course, she wouldn’t actively wish this on others, but it wasn’t wrong to wish she wasn’t so alone...

It was in that moment that Ochaco saw him.
A mossy green feline — pelts like that weren’t normal, and neither were they — that reminded her so, so much of Izuku. Hope mingled with fear, fear that it wouldn’t be him, fear that it’d be some aggressor instead, but the way this feline carried himself matched Izuku’s human disposition, too.
It was worth the risk, she decided.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you knew where we are?” Ochaco asked tentatively, just in case it wasn’t him. Finding Izuku would be worth it the risk, but dying wouldn’t be. "My name is Ochaco Uraraka. You look just like a friend of mine, so I figured you might be willing to lend a hand." God, she hoped this worked out.