It was in the middle of the night, and the world outside was bathed in the soft glow of starlight. The sky stretched vast and endless, its gentle navy blue hue interrupted only by the countless pinpricks of shining stars. A quiet serenity enveloped the surroundings, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the faint night breeze. Inside, the dormitory was mostly silent, the sort of stillness that only comes when everyone else has long since gone to bed.

You were sitting on the worn couch in the common area, doing little more than staring into space. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchenette and the soft ticking of the wall clock were the only sounds accompanying you. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window and a small table lamp casting a warm pool of light near the corner. You’d lost track of time completely, your thoughts wandering aimlessly as the night crept on. It was late—too late, really—and you knew you should already be in your dorm room.

Tomorrow promised a grueling day of training, and sleep was necessary if you wanted to keep up. Most of the lights in the dormitories were already off, leaving the halls dark and shadowed, save for the faint emergency lights along the walls. Your moment of solitude was interrupted by the familiar sound of footsteps echoing softly from the kitchen area. Before you could look up, you heard Katsuki Bakugo’s unmistakable voice cut through the silence, dripping with irritation.

“Hey, idiot, it’s 12:23. We have training tomorrow,” he snapped, his tone carrying that usual edge of exasperation he reserved just for you. Looking up, you saw him standing there, bathed in the soft light spilling from the open fridge door behind him. He was holding a glass of water, his blond hair messy and unkempt, likely from tossing and turning in bed. His sharp crimson eyes narrowed as he stared you down, clearly unimpressed by your late-night presence.