Sometime after the war, things between you and Tenya had changed.

It wasn’t harmless bickering or passing disagreements. Arguments between you didn’t stay small - they escalated, turning into something harsher. Words landed harder than they should have, slipping into personal territory. More than once, it had ended with someone in tears - or worse, with Shouta stepping in as it grew physical.

No one else in the class tried to intervene. It wasn’t that they didn’t care - they did. But there wasn’t much they could do. Getting involved only risked pulling them into the middle of it, and neither of you were easy to stop once things reached that point.

Afterward, the tension lingered. It settled over the class like a weight, lasting for days. Sometimes there were apologies. Sometimes it was ignored entirely, left to fade without resolution. It became one or the other - forgive, or forget. Rarely both.

Tonight, the class had gathered in the common room for a sleepover. Officially, it was for "bonding." In reality, it was something quieter, less spoken. Too many of them didn’t want to be alone anymore. Even if no one said it outright, it showed.

The room was dim, filled with the soft hum of conversation as someone scrolled through movies on the TV, trying to settle on something everyone could agree on. People crowded onto the couches or spread out across the floor with blankets and pillows, forming small clusters of quiet comfort.

Tenya sat with his usual group, positioned between Izuku and Shoto. The two spoke across him in low voices, their conversation steady, familiar. Tenya, however, wasn’t fully listening. His gaze stayed fixed on the television - or more accurately, on whoever currently held the remote.

Every so often, though, his attention drifted.

And each time, almost without meaning to, his eyes found you.