Thread by @sweetdiscords

Hi. I’m locked out of my apartment. While I wait to get into my apartment enjoy this #shinchako thread feat. Ochako getting locked out of her apartment.

For @powerdragonmoon

Ochako knew she fucked up the moment she shut the trunk of car.

Hoping that the worst was not her reality she palmed at her pants’ pockets, wildly hoping to hear the telltale jingle of her keys.

Silence.

She peered into the window of her trunk and found the hot pink cap of her pepper spray shining back at her in the darkness.

‘Maybe the car has an anti-lock out feature,’ she thought as if her car wasn’t over a decade old, and tried the handle of her trunk.

Locked.

Ochako glanced back at her apartment building. All the windows darkened. Not a soul in sight. It was the weekend after all. Most of her neighbors had probably gone out for the night or left for the beach to beat the hot summer heat.

And even if they were…

… getting into her actual apartment would be a feat in and off itself.

She studied the building again, looked behind her.

Or maybe not. The building was pretty old and Ochako had broken into a lot of old things during her college days.

Ochako patted her pockets once again. Chapstick and a cellphone. Nothing screaming “lockpick” there.

She scoured the ground for a stick, a think yet sturdy one that could slide through a door jam and put enough pressure on the bolt to turn it.

Hope restored and determination abound she approached the door once more… and wilted at the sight of the padded door jam.

With the amount of fucking bugs she was constantly finding in her apartment, she never would have guessed the door had such a sturdy seal.

Hope waning and humidity frizzing her hair, Ochako sat on her stoop and scrolled through her emails, hoping she still had the complex’s emergency number from the the “Welcome to Field Hills” email she’d gotten when she moved in three years ago.

She didn’t. But Google did.

Her stomach sank with each ring, picturing and over worked maintenance guy having to leave his partner and kids to come and let in some space case who couldn’t think two steps ahead and stick her keys in her goddamn pocket.

Then a light came on.

Ochako leapt to her feet and hung up her phone at the glorious beacon of hope that was the golden glow of her downstairs neighbor’s window.

She ran up to it and knocked on the glass.

“Sorry! Could you let me in? I’m locked out!” she shouted.

Her eyes refocused, looking through the blinds instead of at them as she raised her fist to knock again, and landed on a patch of purple chest hair.

And a pair of pecs, and a trail of well-defined abs that led to another patch of purple curls that crowned the biggest co—

The light turned off.

‘I should have just woken up the maintenance man. Now my neighbor thinks I’m a Peeping Tom and the cops are gonna get called and there gonna arrest me and then I’m gonna have to page a huge fine and— ’

“Are you alright, miss?”

Ochako ripped her head out of her hands.

A wild mop of purple hair leaned outside the door, its handsome owner arching an eyebrow in question.

Ochako’s eyes flicked down for a moment, expecting to catch a glimpse of skin once more but was met by a black cat print bathrobe.

“I am so sorry to bother you!” she blurted. “I’m your upstairs neighbor and I locked my keys in my car and I was hoping you can let me in?”

The man gave her a once over as his brow unfurled. He laughed lightly.

“Yeah sure,” his deep voice, tinged with a sleepy gravel, drawled.

“Thank you so much!” She stepped through the door as he held it open for her. “I really owe you one.”

Ochako booked it for the stairs, trying to run from the awkwardness before he could bring up what she may or may nor have saw.

“How are you getting into you’re place?”

In a panic, Ochako held up her stick.

“I’ve got a stick.”

The man nodded slowly, eyebrows raising in tandem, “Good luck with that.”

Ochako gave a sharp nod and a wobbly smile and continued her mad dash up the stairs, leaving her well-hung neighbor behind.

TBC?