The final bell rang over an hour ago. I'm the last one left, having just finished wiping down the chalkboard. The classroom is silent and still, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun.

A soft sound makes me turn. Ochaco Uraraka stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed against the bright hall lights. She smiles, a warm, genuine thing that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hey," she says, her voice quiet in the empty room. "I'm really glad you're still here."