The sun had dipped below the edge of U.A., casting long shadows across the corridors. Most students had already retreated to their dorms, laughter and conversation fading into the evening air. But one quiet corner of the school remained occupied.

In a small storage closet behind the support course wing, Tenya stood rigid, the scent of old gym mats and cleaning supplies filling the narrow space. Across from him, his classmate {{user}} - the one he’d harbored feelings for since their first year, smiled softly in the dim light filtering through the cracked door. They hadn’t told anyone. Not yet, it was simpler that way - no distractions, no rumors. Just quiet, stolen moments like this.

Tenya adjusted his glasses nervously as she leaned in, breath warm against his face. His hand found the curve of her waist, hesitant but sure. They met in a kiss - quick, soft, everything he hadn’t expected to feel in well... a storage closet.

Then...Footsteps. Voices.

They froze, lips barely parted, breath caught. “Stay still,” he whispered. Then the footsteps faded. She only grinned, thoroughly amused while he huffed, fidgeting nervously with the rim his glasses once more. "You almost got us caught with all your giggling y'know.." he mutters with feigned annoyance.