#shinchako #NSFW #ochabowl

CW: smut stuff (IDK what all yet ) quirkless Ochako and Hitoshi

Ochako helps homeless Hitoshi get back on his feet, and their relationship spirals into something unexpected.

Ochako had a bleeding heart.

She couldn’t help but lend a hand to those less fortunate. She volunteered at soup kitchens, ran clothing charity drives, and had created a non-profit organization to further her desire to help the community.

From the Ground Up housed the homeless and helped them get back on their feet. They offered everything from clothes, job fairs, food bank access, and mental health services to include drug rehab to help people get back on their feet.

Today was no different.

A man about her age came into the office. His name was Hitoshi Shinsou, and he’d been homeless for the past year but had to start sleeping in his car six months ago. Last week, his car had been repoed, and he’d run out of his savings to keep him afloat.

With the job market as difficult as it was, he’d been unsuccessful in finding work.

Hitoshi looked worse for wear, wearing ratty clothes and sneakers that might fall apart at any moment. She noticed body odor wafting off him.

His purple hair looked matted, and a shave would do him some good.

“This is very hard for me to admit, but I... need some assistance,” Hitoshi said, scratching the back of his head. “It’s embarrassing to need charity to get through this.”

Ochako walked around her desk to stand in front of Hitoshi. He looked exhausted and in need of a break, so Ochako planned to give him that.

“Everyone needs a hand sometimes,” Ochako said with a smile. “Why don’t we chat and see if we can’t get you settled in?”

“I don’t want to be a charity case,” Hitoshi reiterated, catching her gaze.

What beautiful lavender eyes he had. Ochako had never seen that color before, and it matched his hair, too. Speaking of that, did he dye it, or was it natural?

“I don’t see you that way,” Ochako replied, motioning for Hitoshi to follow her down a hallway leading to the admission office.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but after having been where you are and helping others in the same boat, I’ve learned a thing or two about how we can get you on your feet again.”

Hitoshi hummed behind her as they walked down the small hallway.

Ochako decided she'd be his coordinator. Something about him told her that she would be the best of their staff to work on his case. Those eyes, they captivated her as she listened to his story of how he’d fallen on hard times.

From losing his job over a technicality out of his control, then trying to get by without asking for help only for when he had no choice but to ask his parents, they'd refused.

His situation sounded similar to ones she'd heard before, and Ochako's determination to turn his story into a happy ended skyrocketed.

The days passed, then weeks. Ochako watched Hitoshi transform from homeless-looking to handsome.

She tried not to pay attention to his angular shaved jaw, straight nose, and wild violet hair that stuck up in every direction but somehow fit him. It turned out the color was natural. Even with the dark circles from years of insomnia, Ochako found him very attractive.

Still, she tried to keep their relationship professional. Ochako helped him fill out job applications and set him up in their barracks. Hitoshi had kept to himself, making no attempt at friends with the others. Too bad their resident, Denki, was drawn to him.

He constantly tried to initiate conversations with him, which Hitoshi would engage in, but he didn’t seem interested in making new friends. Denki had a habit of growing on people, though. Eventually, his bubbly personality won Hitoshi over.

They’d eat breakfast together—well, Denki would while Hitoshi sipped his black coffee—and Hitoshi would walk with him to his appointment with his drug counselor.

Ochako had talked about it with another one of her co-workers, Mina, and believed that their friendship could help Denki stay off drugs this time around.

Once Hitoshi landed a job, things moved fast for him. After three months staying at the barracks, he had a studio apartment.

He’d gotten furniture from their vendor who supplied cheaper second-hand appliances. It warmed Ochako’s heart to see him go from nothing to fully functioning.

About a week after he finished moving out, Ochako found herself walking by Hitoshi’s old room and pausing.

She missed his presence and finding him leaning against the wall next to her office twice a week just to chat. They’d talk about all topics from childhood to aspirations and dreams. Sometimes, they’d go out for sweets or lunch to discuss his progress in the program.

Ochako hadn’t felt that comfortable with someone in a long time. It wasn’t fair for her to lean on him, though. Hitoshi had his own struggles to deal with. He didn’t need his coordinator coming onto him.

But now that the working relationship was over, it took a lot for Ochako not to reach out. Every time she’d look at their old text messages, the urge to reach out grew stronger, but Ochako didn’t want to overstep, even if they weren’t working together any longer.

A month had passed since they’d last chatted, and Ochako had been sure she’d never hear from him again. It made her sadder than she realized.

The universe must have been on her side because Ochako stood in her kitchen, staring at her phone.

From: Hitoshi [10:23 A.M.]: Hello Ochako. How are you?

Her heart hammered in her chest, and she tried not to let out a giddy laugh. At this point, Ochako couldn’t deny her crush on Hitoshi, but she didn’t want to come on too strong.

“What do I say?!” she asked herself, pacing the tiles with her cat watching her from his place at the doorway. Ochako whirled to face her feline as he licked his paw. “What do I say, Manji?!”

Manji didn’t even look at her.

Ochako leaned against the counter and took a deep breath.

“You’re right. I should just act normal.”

She waited a grueling twenty minutes before texting him back to not seem too eager.

To: Hitoshi [10:40 A.M.] I’m doing pretty good! Happy to hear from you.

I hope you’re doing well too?

Ochako gulped, rereading the text multiple times before hitting send and exhaling. This was just an ordinary conversation between old acquaintances. She could do this. It surprised her when Hitoshi texted back almost instantly.

From: Hitoshi [10:42 A.M.] Great thanks to you. I don’t know how I would have gotten back to regular life without you.

A warm smile crossed Ochako’s features. That meant everything to her.

The success stories kept her going, and the failures made her want to try harder for those in need.

To: Hitoshi [10:45 A.M.] I’m happy I got to meet you and help. You’re very welcome!

With it getting close to lunchtime, Ochako went to slip her shoes on.

On the first Saturday of the month, her favorite eatery downtown had half off taiyaki, and her stomach demanded she eat their matcha taiyaki. Her mouth water just thinking about them.

Her phone vibrated again just as she slipped on her sneakers, and when she read the text, Ochako almost dropped her phone.

From: Hitoshi [10:50 A.M.] I apologize if this is too forward or too last minute, but would you like to have lunch with me at Reika’s Cafe?

Ochako let out a little screech, running to her room to find an outfit nice enough for lunch with him because ratty jeans and an old t-shirt didn’t feel right anymore.

To: Hitoshi [ 10:52 A.M.] OMG I was just thinking about going there! I’d love to have lunch and catch up.

She wanted to send a heart emoji but stopped herself. Ochako didn’t know if she was overthinking, but better to overthink than underthink, right? Was underthink a word? Oh god, Hitoshi asked her to lunch!

From: Hitoshi [10: 54 A.M.] Great minds think alike as they say. Noon okay?

She texted him back “yes” faster than she’d ever texted a response in her life and set to work on throwing all her clothes that didn’t make the cut onto her bed.

Manji had followed her, meowing and judging as he always did. Ochako didn’t have time for his sass when her day just got one million times better. After about ten minutes of hunting, Ochako decided to look casual but put together. She studied herself in the mirror.

High-waisted pink jeans, a white off-the-shoulder short-sleeve shirt, and a simple gold bracelet looked cute. Ochako laced up her black boots and grabbed her purse before she changed for the third time.

Reika’s Cafe was a ten-minute subway ride.

The entire time, Ochako tapped her foot with nervousness and excitement. This wouldn’t be the first time she sat down with someone she’d helped through their rough patch. However, it was the first time Ochako had a romantic interest in them. Hitoshi had been single back then.

Was he still single now?

Ochako shook her head, knowing that topic wasn’t something she should bring up. There was no indication this was more than just a platonic lunch, so she’d treat it like that.

When she entered Reika’s, Ochako headed for the back porch where Hitoshi said he’d meet her. Her heart stopped when she saw him through the glass door leading outside. Hitoshi sat with his elbows on the table, gazing out over the fence at the heavy lunch traffic of the city.

Ochako took those few seconds leading to the door to study him, loving how a simple white tank top, jeans, and black vans on his feet made him look like a model. He'd left his hair wild to her satisifaction, too.

Ochako steeled herself when she pushed the door open, and Hitoshi’s intense gaze fell on her. He stood to greet her, a soft smile curving up the corner of his mouth. Did he put on muscle? Hitoshi seemed... thicker than when she’d last seen him.

His biceps looked more defined, and the gauntness in his cheekbones had lessened.

Smitten. She was smitten.

“Hi, Hitoshi!” she greeted, willing her pulse to slow. “You look great, wow!”

His eyes traveled down her body and back up in a way that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. “So do you.”

“Thank you,” Ochako said, feeling heat rush to her face.

Hitoshi motioned for her to sit down, which she did.

He’d also gotten a bar through his eyebrow and gauges in his ears. Ochako had never paid attention to piercings until now. They fit him and made him more attractive, if that was even possible.

“I’m very happy you reached out,” Ochako started with a smile.

“So, what’s new? I see piercings as one of the new things.”

Hitoshi grinned. “Do you like them?”

“I-I, yeah, they look great!” Ochako rushed out, then picked up her menu to pretend to read it.

“Work is going good, and I just got a car last week,” Hitoshi continued.

Ochako beamed at him. “That’s amazing, Hitoshi! I couldn’t be happier for you.”

Their waiter stopped in and offered them drinks. They both chose tea and opted to wait to order food. Ochako didn’t mind it. It meant she got to chat with him longer.

“Are you still friends with Denki?” Ochako asked.

Hitoshi nodded after a sip of his tea. “He just got his six months clean coin yesterday. He’s a good guy. I think he’ll stay off heroin this time.”

“I do hope so,” Ochako said with a nod.

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to have an addiction, but I wish Denki the best now that he’s no longer living in the barracks.”

Silence with a slightly awkward feel to it engulfed them.

Ochako wracked her brain with what to say, but her brain had turned into a bowl of uncooked ramen. Hitoshi cleared his throat and reached for her hand. She froze when he brushed his thumb over the back of it.

“Ochako,” Hitoshi began.

“I want to tell you what an amazing person you are. Who knows where I would be if I hadn’t met you.”

She blushed, acutely aware of how warm his hand was. “Thank you, Hitoshi, but I would have done the same thing for anyone.”

He smiled. “I know.

I think that’s what makes you even more special.”

This interaction did nothing to help quell her wayward thoughts. Ochako said she'd keep their visit platonic.

The way he then cupped her small hand into his larger ones made her wonder if he didn't plan this to be a "just catching up" lunch.

“Are you flirting with me?” Ochako teased.

“Is it working? Trying to get a woman’s attention isn’t my strong suit.”

Ochako’s eyes widened.

Her heart would give out if it beat any faster; she just knew it would. Hitoshi was /hitting/ on her?! No way! He released her hand and sat back in his chair, awaiting her response.

She saw the blush creep over his cheeks and realized Hitoshi Shinsou, a man who looked like a pierced sex god, /was/ hitting on her.

Should she panic now or later?

“You want my attention?” Ochako asked in astonishment. “Why? I’m just a regular girl.”

“No,” Hitoshi argued, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re beautiful, sweet, caring, and kind but won’t let people walk all over you. At the same time, you’re selfless.”

His praise steamrolled her in a way she’d never experienced.

Ochako couldn’t understand why his kind words left heat in her belly the way they did.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, an action she’d learned was a nervous tick for him.

“I find you way out of my league, yet here I am hoping you’d be open to spending time with me.”

“I’d love to spend time with you!” Ochako blurted out loud enough for the group of girls next to them to giggle.

She wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment but also wanted to dance. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all, and Ochako knew better than to let her brain run rampant with what-ifs, but ... what if they started dating one day?

Hitoshi gave her a contagious smile.

“I’m glad. Maybe we should eat, though.”

Ochako had forgotten all about food, which was a difficult feat. She laughed and picked up her menu once more. “I guess we should!”

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Ochako ordered her taiyaki, and Hitoshi did the same but chose red bean paste-filled ones. The wild rush of adrenaline subsided the longer they chatted about everyday things. Hitoshi smiled more, made jokes, reminding her of how much she missed his dry sense of humor.

An hour passed before they knew it, way too fast. Ochako went to pay for her meal, but Hitoshi took her check from his hands.

"Before you say anything, let me do this because I'm finally in a place where I can pay for someone else's meal," Hitoshi said, his gaze soft.

Ochako thought her heart might melt. "Thank you, Hitoshi. That's very sweet."

He smiled, adorable and genuine. "It's my pleasure."

Weeks passed with Ochako and Hitoshi growing closer every day.

He'd come help out at the soup kitchens on Sundays, and they had many dates from museum visits to midnight walks in the park. Their relationship had such comfort in it as she'd never experienced before. Hitoshi's presence calmed her on a rough day.

His warmth, the distinct scent of him, was something Ochako couldn't get enough of.

It broadened into movie nights where it seemed Ochako was slowly moving into his apartment. A toothbrush here, extra socks there. Hitoshi didn't seem to mind. In fact, he encouraged it.

To Ochako's eternal despair, what he didn't encourage was anything past making out. He'd stop them any time Ochako tried to get a little steamy with him. Hitoshi kept saying he didn't want to rush things.

She respected that, but when he was such a cuddle bug, silently demanding she sit in his lap or stay nestled in his side, Hitoshi made it hard not to want more.

Tonight was no different.

With the TV playing some nameless romance movie while they cuddled on the couch under a warm blanket, Ochako's body /ached/ for attention. The way Hitoshi's nimble fingers traced over her side, how he'd nuzzle her temple.

Hell, even when he'd clear his throat or sigh, it made her clench pathetically around nothing. Don't even get her started on how gravely his voice got when he woke up.

Apparently, they didn't pay enough attention to what romance movie they'd picked because Hitoshi and Ochako perked when the man crowded his lover up against the wall, one hand holding her wrists over her head while his other hand darted between their bodies underneath her dress.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," he said, voice full of desire.

Ochako squeezed her thighs together.

She couldn't look away, the woman's gasps of pleasure as he kissed his way down her bare breasts to nestle his face between her thighs exactly what Ochako wanted with her hot, lean, pierced, gorgeous not-yet-boyfriend.

"Wow," Hitoshi said when the scene switched to them in the throes of passion.

"Yeah," Ochako said just above a whisper. "They're, um, really having a good time!"

Ochako was not having a good time.

Her core throbbed, and she wanted nothing more than to slide her hand in Hitoshi's sweats.

She swallowed, wrapping her arm tighter around Hitoshi's waist and willing the scene to be over so she could make an excuse to go to the bathroom and shove her soaked underwear into her overnight bag.

She stiffened when Hitoshi's hand moved from around her waist to her hip.

His thumb brushed her shirt up to draw circles on her skin. It wasn't the first time he'd given her skin such a soft touch, but with how alight her body was with desire, it didn't help the ache between the thighs.

Ochako focused on the movie instead, which finally switched to a regular scene, not the main characters having sex on every surface. She took a deep breath and willed herself to ignore Hitoshi's fingers.

Hitoshi hummed, pressing a kiss to her temple before returning his focus to the movie.

"Ochako."

The dark inflection of his voice caught her attention.

"Yes?" Ochako asked.

She squeaked when Hitoshi turned them, so his back rested against the couch's arm with her in between his thighs, her back pressed to his chest. Hitoshi's right leg hooked over hers to hold it against the couch's back while he lifted her left leg over his and clamped it down.

Ochako gave it an experimental lift, but his iron grip prevented her from moving more than an inch.

"Don't move, Kitten," Hitoshi whispered in her ear before licking its shell. "This movie. Did you pick it on purpose?"

Ochako whimpered at the nickname.

He'd never used it before, not like this. It spoke of things to come, desires she'd harbored for so long for him.

"N-no I mean, /hmm!/" Ochako's head lolled back onto his shoulder when he cupped between her thighs.

He rubbed the outside of her shorts in torturous circles.

Her legs twitched, trying to close, but he would let her. The blanket hid the naughty things Hitoshi was up to, which made the situation even hotter. The nudge of his need pressed against her back, hard and twitching every so often.

"Answer me," Hitoshi said against her ear.

"Do you want me to bend you over like that, taste you, and fuck you?"

"Please!" Ochako said breathlessly, squirming against his hand. "I want you so bad."

"Yeah?" Hitoshi's hand dove into her underwear, groaning as he used his pointer finger to slide between her folks.

"You're so wet, Kitten. Is all this for me or for the hunk in the movie?"

Ochako moaned when he slicked up his finger and slid it inside her. Hitoshi teased her, dragging a single digit in and out of her.

She needed more, she craved intense stimulation, but her lover took his time. Her body grew hotter, whines and whimpers she couldn't stop flushing her skin with embarrassment.

"For you," she whispered while reaching back to wrap her arms around his neck. "All for you."

Hitoshi pulled his fingers from her, threw the blanket off, and pulled her to her feet. Ochako stumbled, confused and annoyed that he'd stopped touching her. He yanked her behind the couch and bent her over it.

"Hey!"

Hitoshi ignored her, opting to hook his fingers in her shorts and underwear to pull them down her legs. The cool air hit her heated sex, and a second later, Hitoshi's hand landed on the back of her head to keep her bent over the couch.

He nudged at her ankles to force them further open.

"Ah! Hitoshi!"

He pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she clenched down. Hitoshi set a brutal pace that had her squealing.

"You sound so sexy," Hitoshi sighed, nosing her shirt up to kiss her spine.

"Can't believe I waited this long, but you're gonna keep screaming like that for me, Kitten. Your pretty little pussy is going to be thoroughly fucking tonight. You deserve everything for being so amazing."

Ochako’s brain shut off after those words. She’d never expected Hitoshi to talk so dirty! It raised the heat coursing over her body and had her pulse pounding in her ears. He made it clear that she was at his mercy, precisely where Ochako wanted to be.

Hitoshi lifted his hand off her head and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

“Take this off,” he said with no room for argument in his tone, removing his fingers and taking a step back. “Show me all of you.”

Ochako stood upright, following his instructions.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he motioned for her to turn around to face him with a finger swirling in a slow circle. His grin, wow, Ochako thought she might melt into the floor. Her mouth dried further when Hitoshi pulled his shirt up over his head.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered more to herself than to him.

Hitoshi blushed, but his smile never vanished. “Me? Have you looked at yourself lately, Kitten? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

His smoldering gaze dragged down her body and back up with such heat it could have lit her on fire. Hitoshi licked his lips, the little blue ball of his tongue ring catching her attention. What would that feel like against her clit? Ochako couldn’t wait to find out.

She drank him in his form, watching his abs when he gave an overhead cat-like stretch. His pale skin looked gorgeous under the room’s orange lighting, too. She studied his lickable nipples and defined pecs, but her eyes focused on her favorite part: his biceps.

The distinct indention in his defined arms made her mouth water.

Ochako just knew he’d fuck tonight. They could make love some other time. Hitoshi needed to rail her within an inch of her life for making her wait so long.

He walked closer, grasping her chin to tilt her head back. Hot lips descended on her neck again as he pressed his body to her. He didn’t stay there long, kissing his way down to her breasts and capturing the left one in his mouth.

Ochako arched into him, her hands threading in his wild hair.

“Such perfect rosy nipples,” Hitoshi murmured between sensual licks and hard sucks. “I could suck on these all day, play with them until you’re begging me to stop.”

He glanced up at her with mischief in his eyes.

“I’d still keep going if you’d let me, though.”

She sucked in a deep breath when he moved to his knees and hooked her left leg over his shoulder. He nosed at her mound, closing his eyes as if he were in the happiest place in the world.

His tongue darted out to flick over her clit, and Ochako almost folded in half from the simple movement.

“Hitoshi!” she cried out when he sucked her sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“So delicious,” he moaned, pulling back to hook his arm over her thigh resting on his shoulder. “I’m going to eat your pussy for breakfast every morning. Is that fine with you, Kitten?”

“I- hmm! Hitoshi, it feels so good!”

Hitoshi chuckled, pausing to suck on two fingers and slid them back inside her. Ochako’s leg she stood on almost gave out. He buried his face in her pussy, slurping at her wet folds without a hint of embarrassment.

His fingers pumped inside her with determination to find her sweet spot. Oh yes, his tongue piercing felt amazing swirling around her clit. She'd love to wake up to his face buried between her thighs any day.

Hitoshi kissed her pussy while still pumping his fingers then slid her leg off her shoulder to tower over her. Once again, he grasped her chin with his free hand and planted butterfly kisses against her ear.

“That’s okay, Kitten.

You don’t have to answer that question because I’m going to do all your thinking for you. You keep making those pretty moans for me and how good I’ll feel inside you.”

Ochako held onto Hitoshi’s forearms with difficulty, her forehead resting on her lover’s chest.

When he pressed his thumb to her clit while rubbing those slender fingers against the perfect spot inside her, Ochako’s knees caved inward, and something she’d never expected she’d enjoy happened.

Hitoshi wrapped his hand around her neck, pressing her ass more into the couch to keep her upright. “Ah, ah, Kitten. You’re not allowed to close these gorgeous legs yet. I’m not done. You’re doing so good for me, such a good, perfect girl.”

Another pathetic whimper reached their ears. Hitoshi paused, addicting lavender eyes studying her with interest. “Hmm, does my little kitten have a bit of a praise kink? Do you like it when I tell you what a good girl you are for me for taking my fingers so well?”

Ochako’s eyes rolled back as he fingered her faster, but he brought her back with a nip to her bottom lip.

“You don’t get to drift off just yet,” he said before dropping a searing kiss to her lips. “Answer me.”

“I love it!” she cried out as she inched closer to orgasm.

No previous partner managed to get her this close this fast. Then again, she’d never felt this way, this attracted to anyone before. Watching the aroused expression on his face as he studied her reactions, focusing solely on her, made Ochako feel like his entire world.

She trusted him in every sense of the word, and that feeling was like none other.

He pulled his fingers from her and turned around to face the couch once more.

“Bend over, Kitten.”

Ochako didn’t hesitate, spreading her legs further and hiking her hips up to clarify what she needed. Hitoshi swore, the sound of his pants hitting the ground behind her.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper echoed next, and when he wasn’t about to stuff her full of dick, she’d have to ask him where he’d kept it. Ochako felt him line up, pressure against her miserably wet slit.

Hitoshi’s fingers ghosted over her shoulders until he reached the nape of her neck. he slowly clamped his hand around the base of her skull to steady her when he pushed forward.

Ochako mewled as the delicious stretch.

She knew he was big, but feeling him inside her put it in perspective.

“You’re so tight, squeezing my cock s-so perfectly,” Hitoshi breathed when he bottomed out. “I have to hold still for a second, Kitten, or I’m gonna cum too soon.”

Ochako /loved/ knowing she had that effect on him. Hitoshi waiting, so he could give her continued pleasure warmed her heart even further.

A few moments later, Hitoshi pulled out and snapped his hips forward with an experimental thrust, then another, until he set a rhythm that had her seeing stars. She didn’t hold back her screams when he slammed harder into her but didn’t slow his pace.

“That’s it, Kitten,” Hitoshi moaned, reaching a hand around to rub her clit. “Cum on my cock.”

Ochako moved to her toes and almost shrieked. Her legs trembled even as she tried to escape his fingers and how deep Hitoshi fucked her.

He wouldn’t let her, the hand on her nape holding her still, and she couldn’t do anything but take him. It took him less than two minutes to have her sobbing his name as she came.

Hitoshi’s deep moan followed when she clamped down on him.

He laid on top of her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, not pulling out of her. He peppered her shoulder with kisses, moving behind her ear making her giggle.

“I can’t believe I waited this long for sex,” Hitoshi muttered.

Ochako huffed at him.

“How do you think I feel?!”

Hitoshi pulled out of her and tied the condom off. She missed his weight against her and the fullness he provided almost instantly. Ochako stood up on wobbly legs. She glanced at Hitoshi, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Desperate?”

“Not exactly!” Ochako exclaimed, trying to hide her blush by picking up her forgotten clothes off the floor. “Just, I don’t know, wanted sex with my very hot ... um...”

Hitoshi tilted his head as he pulled his boxers and pants back on. “Your very hot boyfriend?”

He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead to hers. “If you’ll have me.”

Ochako brushed his damp bangs out of his face. “Always, Hitoshi.”

The genuine smile of happiness that crossed his features before he kissed her would forever remain ingrained in her mind.

Ochako knew her work would bring people from all walks of life to her, but she never thought she’d find someone matched for her, someone she couldn’t imagine a life without.

A man who she’d watched crawl from the bottom to where he was today with his achievements mounting one after another, leaving her proud and ready to take on the world with him.

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