It was pleasantly warm—you hadn’t quite reached spring, but the soles of your shoes were sticky with sap and trodden-in cherry blossoms—when you realised graduation was just days away. Your entire life had been boxed up, stacked in misshapen cardboard and triple-taped for security. Slumped on the edge of your bed, you were lost in thought—until there was a knock on the frame of your open door.

“Nerd,” Bakugou said in lieu of a greeting, but after three years you’d learned to register his neutrality as something close to affection. “Just needed more tape.”

You nodded, fumbling for where you’d placed your last roll—he let himself in without a word, taking in the bare-bones of what was left in your dorm. You handed it to him, and he took it with a mumbled ‘thanks’, but didn’t make any move to leave.

“So. Graduation.” He said quietly, watching you—his stare was so intense, like he was staring into your soul.

“Yeah. Hasn’t really sunk in yet.” You said after a moment, picking at your nails. “It’s going to be weird not seeing you everyday, you know? I’m used to having you across the hall, and now—well, now I won’t.”

“I’m not dying. We’re graduating, not falling off the grid.” He grunted, eyebrows drawn into a furrow before his usual scowl twisted into something more thoughtful. “Besides, I couldn’t get rid of you if I tried, nerd.”

“Shut up.” You retorted, managing a small smile.

“Endeavour’s agency is in the city, ‘s where I’ll be. Your agency’ll be close by.” He said vaguely, pulling something small from the pocket of his sweats and throwing it to you. A key. “I leased an apartment. Two bedrooms.”