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Let it be known that Ochako is usually smarter than this.
She might not have grown up with the busy city streets of the Shizuoka prefecture, but Ochako has had stranger danger and self-defence training drilled into her head by her Ma and Pa. Ever since she first announced to them she wanted to go to Yuuei, in fact.
So she knows that the streets can get bad at night. She knows that she's safest being back at home by the time the sun goes down. But she also knows that maybe she should've seen this coming.
Ochako is a known Yuuei student — a teenage girl at that! — wandering by herself somewhere she ideally shouldn't be.
Which is why her senses are going into overdrive right now. All of her hero training is being put to use, from the way she keeps her breathing quiet to the way she keeps track of all the stray shadows around her.
Call it paranoia, but Ochako prefers to call it a safety precaution. If someone jumps her now, while she's tuned into her surroundings and aware of every dark crevice she walks by, then she's more than willing to put her hero training from Gunhead to use.
The taps of her sneakers against the pavement gain an echo. A heavier set of footsteps, purposely matching her pace if the way Ochako taps her foot experimentally means anything.
It probably does. Until it doesn't. Because one second Ochako is gearing up for a brawl, hands forming loose fists in her pockets and muscles tensed. The next, she's hearing a scuffle — backtracked by a girlish scream and a squeal of happiness.
There's only one person Ochako knows who can squeal so derangedly while still sounding oh-so beautiful to her ears. A smile graces her lips as she turns to face behind her.
A stray garbage can lid rolling out of an alley confirms their location, and then Ochako is quietly shuffling her way over to peek and confirm her suspicions.
"Ocha-chan! Heya cutie!~" Himiko's pretty, albeit bloodstained, face swivels around to greet her. "I saw this gross-icky man following you, and I know that you're super-duper strong and can look after yourself so well! But I wanted to do something nice for you!"
The man who was following her has several deep stab wounds in his gut. His eyes are wide as he wheezes and blood trickles down his torso. He looks at Ochako like he expects her to do something heroic for him.
She smiles as she faces her beloved, slightly crazy, girlfriend, making grabby hands and twirling her around when she comes bounding over.
"You're so lovely, Himi-darlin'!" Ochako plants a loud smooch on her cheek, letting her girlfriend snuggle into her shoulder as she giggles. "Thank you so much!"
The guy just sits there in shock and maybe a bit of horror. Ochako can't bring herself to care.
"Can I pretty-pretty-please walk you home Ocha-chan!"
"Of course, Himi-darlin'! Let's go now, yeah?"