Literature
Pinky Promise
“You sure you’re good with this, Ochaco?” Mina paced nervously in her friend’s dorm, occasionally casting a worried glance down at her growling gut. She hadn’t eaten all day in preparation for this unorthodox training session, but as desperate as she was to fill her complaining stomach, she still felt uncomfortable asking her classmate for such a strange favor. “Of course!” Ochaco replied brightly, folding her uniform and laying it on the bed to retrieve later. “As long as it’ll help you become a better hero, I’m happy to help!” “But, I mean…wh-what if I can’t control my acid too well? It might get all gross in there, or I could even d-digest you if I’m not careful! Maybe I should do a few more tests before—” “Mina.” Ochaco laid her hands on her friend’s shoulders, meeting her distressed gaze with a warm, reassuring smile. “You’re gonna do fine, okay? You didn’t get any acid on the other stuff you swallowed, right?” “W-well…” Mina glanced away, not wanting to be too easily