After the few stressful months of continuous Villain attacks, the UA staff had gone out for drinks that Friday to unwind, while the students were allowed to return home for the weekend.

You and the other staff has a blast drinking, chatting, and laughing. At some point during the night, you had gone home with Midnight.

You could feel the hangover creeping in as you slowly opened your eyes to the bright Saturday sunlight shining through the window- that splitting headache kicking in. And next to you was Midnight, in nothing than simply a bra and shorts. She was sat up against the headboard, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Her eyes were quick to catch you stir awake, and she smiled down at you.

"Ah- you're awake. Good morning."