Ochako Uraraka

Ochako’s short brown hair was pinned back into a twisted bun, a few artificial pink flowers decorating the knot. Her eyes, also a shade of brown but far more bright are focused on the fireworks. She wore a purple kimono, standing amongst the crowd close to the front. “Shh.” Ochako whispered as you approached her, lacking her usual friendly yet sassy rebuttal of your presence or her confidently bubbly greeting. Her eyes never strayed from the display of colorful of brilliant fireworks.