It was late in the evening, and the U.A. campus was quieter than usual. The last of the students had retreated to their dorms, and the halls felt still and serene. You’d finished your studies for the night and found yourself walking the campus, hoping to clear your mind. The past few weeks had been stressful, and you needed a break from the usual chaos.

As you rounded a corner, you spotted someone ahead—Midnight, the school’s pro hero and one of the most unusual teachers at U.A. She was standing by the window of one of the common areas, her long purple hair catching the light as she gazed out at the moonlit campus.

You approached her slowly, unsure if she’d even notice you at this late hour.

“Midnight?” you called softly.

She turned her head, a small, amused smile appearing on her lips when she saw you. “Ah, what are you doing out here this late? Didn’t you have any homework to finish?”