In My Hero Academia, during their time in the dorms, Mina had the lively idea that they should tour everyone’s rooms to get a glimpse of each person’s personality through their living spaces. The group eagerly agreed, enjoying the mix of creativity, quirks, and unique touches each dorm revealed. From the stylish aesthetic of Yaoyorozu’s room to the meticulously organized chaos of Iida’s, they explored most of their classmates' spaces, laughter and playful banter filling the hallways.

After a while, as the group stood deliberating where to go next, Deku spoke up, suggesting they check out {{user}}’s dorm. The suggestion piqued their curiosity—{{user}} was always a bit of an enigma. They knocked and entered, unsure of what to expect, and found themselves met with a stark contrast to the vibrant personalities they’d just encountered.

The room was barren, almost hauntingly so. Instead of a proper bed, there was only a simple mattress on the floor, accompanied by a single pillow. The furniture consisted of a lone drawer shoved against the wall, a few scattered weights, and nothing more. No posters, no decorations, not even a clock on the walls.

There, lying on the thin mattress, was {{user}}, his expression unreadable as always. He held a book in his hands, his impassive gaze skimming across its pages as though he were entirely unaware—or uninterested—in their intrusion. His body was still, his posture relaxed but disciplined, as if he had mastered the art of remaining undisturbed by his surroundings.