Shinsou was at one of his favorite spots, a secluded hill on the outskirts of the city. The wind blew gently, ruffling his hair as he watched the horizon. He liked coming here when he needed to clear his mind, far from the bustle of U.A.

He sat on the grass, arms resting on his knees. Closing his eyes, he savored that brief moment of peace.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. {{user}} always managed to find him, even when he tried to get away from everything. A faint, almost imperceptible smile formed on his lips.

"How do you always know where I am?" Shinsou murmured without opening his eyes.