It was cliché, but you’d been hit by a Quirk while off campus. You hadn’t even realized it at first - not until your own homeroom teacher happened to be nearby and promptly escorted you back to U.A. after some shenanigans.

The effects made themselves clear soon enough. The Quirk stripped away your inhibitions: too-honest comments, misplaced flirting, impulsive decisions made without a second thought. It left you acting on whatever crossed your mind, no filter, no pause. In the wrong situation, it could be dangerous - not just embarrassing.

Shouta made the call quickly. For everyone’s safety, you were to stay in your dorm room until the Quirk wore off. He explained the situation to the class in brief, firm terms and told them to keep their distance. No visits. No checking in. Just wait it out. He didn’t even bother assigning you any schoolwork; under the influence of the Quirk, it wouldn’t have gotten done anyway.

So you stayed put for the entire school day. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was manageable.

Until evening.

Around six, your door clicked, and it slowly swung open. Then it shut again just as quietly.

"Hey, man," Denki said, rubbing the back of his neck with an uneasy grin. "I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay…"

Despite every warning, he’d come anyway.