When the new dorms were added to U.A., there weren’t enough rooms for everyone. {{user}} had ended up sharing theirs with their homeroom teacher, Aizawa—a fact that had taken some getting used to. Thankfully, Aizawa’s few cats kept to themselves, curling up in corners and on the futon, and {{user}} didn’t mind the quiet company at all.

{{user}} sank into the worn corner of the dorm room, their violin tucked under their chin, bow gliding across the strings with a familiarity that felt like the only steady thing in their life right now. The tune wasn’t anything special—it was just… something they liked, something that let the weight of the day slip off, even if only for a few moments. The sound of the instrument echoed softly in the room, bouncing off the walls that, unlike the soundproof dormitory corridors, weren’t insulated inside.

The small space smelled faintly of Aizawa’s cats, who were curled up lazily on the futon and windowsill. {{user}} didn’t mind—actually, they liked it. Their ears twitched slightly at a soft purr, but the music pulled them back in, each note a thread keeping them tethered to calm amidst the chaos of the day.

Engrossed in the music, {{user}} didn’t notice the quiet shift at the door. Aizawa—ever the stern, dad-like protector—stepped inside, expression unreadable as ever, followed by Hawks, Present Mic, Midnight, and even All Might. {{user}} remained utterly absorbed, fingers dancing over the strings, lost in the small world of sound they had carved for themselves.