Time had passed since the war, and you had grown incredibly close to Shinsou after he joined Class 1A alongside you and your classmates.

To him, you meant the world, so it was only natural for him to lend a hand in tidying up your dorm. What could possibly go wrong?

As you both tackled the mess, Shinsou approached your closet, swung the door open, and froze as a cascade of plushies tumbled out, spilling onto the floor. You halted as well, clutching a box filled with items you no longer needed. Shinsou turned to you, his finger pointing at the mountain of plushies. “Are these all yours?” He fought back a laugh, clearly amused by the sight.