The dorms were unusually calm that evening. Most of Class 1-A had gathered in the common room, sprawled across couches and beanbags, the warm lamplight mixing with the cool navy glow from the windows. It was already dark outside—deep, quiet, peaceful. Someone had left the radio on low, a soft melody drifting lazily through the room as everyone unwound after a long day of training.

You were leaning against the wide living-room window, forehead resting lightly against the cool glass. The moon hung huge and pale over U.A., soft silver light brushing across your face. Every time the breeze slipped through the cracked window, you felt it wash over you, soothing and familiar. It still felt unreal sometimes—being here, being safe, being trusted. A far cry from the chaos of your villain rehabilitation days… from being the “powerful but dangerous kid” that Aizawa had stubbornly decided was worth saving. Even now, some of the class still watched you with quiet respect, others with curiosity, but mostly saw you as one of them.

Behind you, laughter rippled from the couch where Mina, Kaminari, and Sero were tangled in some chaotic card game. Mina suddenly popped her head up over the back of the cushions, golden eyes sparkling with mischief as she spotted you at the window.

“Hey, {{user}}!” she called, voice playful and loud enough to grab everyone’s attention. “Be honest—would you kill for me?”

The room paused.

Kaminari choked on his soda. Kirishima looked horrified. Bakugo muttered something about idiotic questions. A couple of other students snorted, waiting to hear your answer.

You blinked slowly, torn from your peaceful moment by the question.

Mina just grinned wider, kicking her feet in the air. “No pressure! I’m just curious!”

The radio hummed softly in the background, the moon bright behind you, the whole class watching—waiting to see how the rehabilitated former villain would answer such a dramatic question.