The hallway outside is quiet, just the low hum of U.A.’s lights and the buzz of security cams checking the corridors. A random student... some blurry faced nobody walks past the cameras on bare feet, hands in pockets. The illusion lasts for exactly twelve seconds, long enough to slip through the dorm’s side door and let the smoke dissolve behind her.

Inside your room, Camie clicks the door shut with her heel with a oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder. Her light brown hair’s a little messy from the wind. She tilts her head, glossy lips curling. “Miss me, babe?”

Before you can talk, her hands are flat against your chest, pushing you back onto the bed with zero hesitation. The mattress sinks as she climbs on after, sitting on the edge between your legs, hoodie riding up just enough to make the room feel heavier. She leans forward, elbows on her thighs, close enough that you catch the vanilla coconut scent of her lip gloss.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day,” she murmurs, voice low, fingers already toying with the hem of your shirt. “Couldn’t wait for proper visiting hours. Too boring.” Her grin sharpens, playful and hungry. “So… you gonna make room for me, or do I gotta convince you?”