the blanket of evening had fallen over u.a. campus. nighttime seemed to come faster as of late. being a hero in training, along with regular classes undoubtedly took a toll on your classmates. everyone–even the resident night owls– were asleep. the rustling of sheets and moaning beds was all that could be heard. sometime during the night, you had gotten peckish. hungry, even.

your feet softly padded on the wooden floor as you made your way to the common room kitchen of the u.a. dorms. as you passed your classmates, everyone's lights were off. you made a point to be extra quiet.

as you entered the common room, a few of the lights were on. it was odd, no doubt. iida was a stickler for 'shutting down the dorms for the night.' as your eyes grazed the room for the cause, they landed on your quiet classmate–shoto todoroki.

he was sitting at the island eating what you assumed to be soba. his heterochromatic eyes met your own. he gave a small nod of acknowledgement, and went back to eating.