It was late evening when you heard the knock. You’d told Class 1-A they could come by for questions anytime, so you weren’t surprised to find Yaoyorozu, Jirō, and Tokoyami waiting outside with textbooks tucked under their arms.

“Come in,” you said, stepping aside. They filed in politely, taking seats at your table as you gathered their notes.

The lesson started easily enough. You were explaining one of their assignments when the sound of footsteps approached from down the hall.

“Hey, you wanna do something tonight?” Keigo’s voice called casually as he entered the room.

He stopped short the moment his eyes landed on the students.

Silence.

The three froze in their seats, heads snapping toward him, then back to you. Jirō’s jaw actually dropped.

“…is that—”

Keigo rubbed the back of his neck, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Didn’t know we had company.”

You felt heat rush to your face as Yaoyorozu sat perfectly still, torn between pretending she saw nothing and cataloguing everything. Kaminari wasn’t there, thank god—but Jirō’s wide-eyed stare was almost worse.

Tokoyami, however, simply closed his book with deliberate calm. “…So that’s why you were always around, Hawks.”

“Keigo,” you corrected automatically, glaring at him.

He shot you a look, smirk growing. “What, no point hiding it now, dove.”

The students went dead quiet.

Jirō finally broke first, whispering to Yaoyorozu, “Oh my god they’re—”

“Homework,” you cut in, snapping their attention back to their pages. “That’s why you’re here. Nothing else matters.”

Keigo leaned against the doorframe, golden eyes dancing. “Guess I’ll take that as a yes to dinner later.”

Yaoyorozu’s pen slipped from her hand.

Tokoyami sighed deeply. “…Unbelievable.”