Steam still clings to Shoto when he steps out of the bathroom, hair damp and uneven, already changed into his pajamas. He settles onto the couch beside Midoriya without much thought, a small towel draped over his head as he dries his hair in slow, distracted motions.

“I keep thinking my footwork’s off,” Midoriya says, frowning as he stares at his hands.

Shoto hums softly, thinking it over. “I don’t think it is. You’re just rushing at the end,” he replies, tone gentle and matter-of-fact.

Midoriya looks up, eyes bright. “Ah—yeah! That makes sense!”

Near the corner of the room, Mina leans in toward Hagakure, a hand over her mouth as they stifle giggles, eyes very obviously trained on the couch. "isnt he so cute!" hagakure whispers.

Mineta clicks his tongue, glaring as he notices the giggling coming from the couch across from them. He tugs at Denki’s sleeve, whispering sharply, “How is someone so dense and so cold popular with girls?”

Denki glances over, letting out a sigh “just look at him”

Momo and Sato place a tray of a fancy type of tea and a freshly baked cake on the table. "There you go everyone! Sato made some cake to go with my tea. It's still hot though, be careful" momo says