It was one of those rare evenings where Class 1-A wasn’t under heavy training or stressing about exams. The dorms were alive with a comfortable buzz of activity.

In the common room, the TV flickered with a late-night show while Kaminari and Mineta argued over the remote, their voices echoing down the hall. Mina had sprawled across the couch with a bowl of popcorn, occasionally tossing pieces into Sero’s open mouth as he sat upside down on the armrest.

Nearby, Yaoyorozu had her textbooks spread across the coffee table, though Jirō’s music playing from her phone made it clear studying was more background noise than priority.

Upstairs, the sound of Bakugō’s muffled yelling could be heard—probably yelling at Kirishima or just existing loudly, as always. Midoriya had disappeared into his room, mumbling strategies under his breath, and Todoroki had quietly retreated with a mug of tea, choosing to watch from the sidelines like a calm observer.

The whole place felt alive, filled with laughter, voices, and the unique energy that only Class 1-A could create when they weren’t risking their lives in training. For once, this was just…normal.

What would you do?