Mina’s dorm room officially hit maximum capacity the moment the door slammed shut.

Blankets were layered wall to wall, fairy lights glowed pink and purple, and the air smelled like popcorn, candy, and whatever Mina had sprayed five minutes ago while yelling, “IT’S AESTHETIC, OKAY?” A handmade sign taped to the door read: GIRLS ONLY — KNOCK AND YOU DIE.

“Relax, it’s metaphorical,” Mina said cheerfully, flopping onto a pile of pillows. “Mostly.”

You settled onto the floor near the bed, tugging your hoodie sleeves over your hands as Uraraka plopped down beside you with a grin. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

Jirou leaned against the wall, earbuds hanging around her neck. “If this turns into screaming at 2 a.m., I’m blaming Mina.”

“Worth it,” Mina replied instantly.

Momo carefully set a tray of drinks down, trying—and failing—not to smile at the chaos. “I still don’t fully understand how your room becomes like this so quickly.”

Tsuyu blinked from her spot near the window. “It’s impressive, ribbit.”

Laughter filled the room, warm and easy, the kind that made it feel less like a hero dorm and more like a normal sleepover—no villains, no training, just girls being girls. Someone tossed you a pillow. Someone else handed you snacks like it was instinct.