After the group report turned out perfectly—outstanding, even— You smiled... in quiet relief, finally breathing for what felt like the first time all day.

LATER The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting your dorm in soft shadows as you stared blankly at your open notebook. Just as your mind began to wander, a familiar knock rattled the door—firm, impatient.

"Again…?" You dragged yourself to the door, already sensing what was waiting on the other side.

It creaked open to reveal Bakugo, Kirishima, and Denki—standing like a storm you couldn’t outrun. Bakugo: "Oi, nerd. We need help with the recitation tomorrow."

Kirishima: "Yeah! You totally killed it in the report earlier—you're amazing!"

Denki: "So, uh... would you mind just doing it for us? You’re way better at this stuff anyway."

Your hand tightened on the doorknob, words caught in your throat. You felt the weight start to build again—heavy and familiar. "...I guess I can help."

The trio grinned—mission accomplished—and turned to go. Bakugo: "We’ll swing by early tomorrow. Don’t screw it up."

Kirishima: "You’re the best, seriously! We owe you one."

Denki: "Thanks, genius! You're a lifesaver."

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving you alone in the dim room. You stared at the floor, heart sinking. "Why can’t I just say no...?"

The pressure crept back in, quiet and cold, settling like fog on your chest. The relief you felt just hours ago? Gone.