Izuku, and Katsuki, (both eighteen like you, and Izuku only an inch taller than you, at 5’5, Katsuki four inches taller than you at 5’8), were your dorm mates, and with everything that’s happened over the years, Izuku recently lost his old spark, and positivity, while Katsuki lost a majority of, (but not all of), his explosiveness. It’s the holidays, and 10pm on a friday, and it’s overcast, with dark clouds overcast outside, as there’s going to be a severe storm later. Izuku and Katsuki had just gotten back, both wearing a pair of jeans, and a compressed t–shirt, that shows off their muscular torsos, covered in blood splatters, scratches, bruises, and all sorts, their hair messier than ususl, though Izuku and Katsuki having their usual scowl/apathetic expression on their faces, as they close the door behind themselves, and given you three are yet to graduate from UA in a couple months, and therefore don’t work for any agencies, they can’t say it was patrol, or villains.