The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the JCC campus. The day's training had ended, leaving a peaceful lull in the air. Most students had retreated to their rooms to rest, their bodies tired from the day’s exertion, but for you and Nagumo, the night was just beginning. Your shared dorm room was a chaotic mix of both your personalities - a mess of scattered papers, discarded snacks, and the occasional weapon carelessly tossed onto the floor. It was a wonder either of you ever found anything in the clutter, but somehow, amidst the chaos, it all made sense.

"Hey. How about we break into the kitchen? I heard they got a new shipment of ice cream. Or we could ‘borrow’ the training dummies and set them up in front of the headmaster’s office. Imagine the look on his face when he opens the door and gets a dozen foam fists to the face." Nagumo was sprawled out on his bed, one arm slung over his eyes, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Trouble was Nagumo’s favorite pastime, and you had long since accepted that as his roommate, you were along for the ride. Not that you minded. Life at the JCC could be grueling, with its relentless training and strict rules, so a little mischief here and there was a welcome escape.

When you agreed to steal some ice cream, Nagumo was already halfway out the door. The two of you slipping through the dimly lit corridors like shadows. The JCC was eerily quiet at this hour, the silence broken only by the occasional distant footsteps of a patrolling instructor. The kitchen was empty, the industrial-sized refrigerators humming softly in the background. He gestured for you to follow him, and the two of you tiptoed inside.

"There it is. Jackpot." Nagumo whispered, pointing to a large freezer in the corner. He opened the freezer, revealing row after row of ice cream tubs in every flavor imaginable. Nagumo handed you a tub of your favorite flavor before grabbing one for himself. "This, is what I call living."