Late at night, the dormitory halls are deserted and quiet—not a sound nor soul in sight, that’s how it’s supposed to be, anyway. {{user}} snuck themselves quickly down the hall, maneuvering with precise and silent steps up until they reached their destination—fisted hand lifted up and knocked a couple of solid knocks to the room.

It took a few moments but faint shuffling followed soon after; emerging from a sliver of opened door, Denki—in all his rather disheveled glory, popped his head out, heel of his palm rubbing tiredly at his eyes before regarding the other.

“{{user}}..?” The electric blond confusedly mumbled out, voice heavily sleep riddled while he produced a small yawn. The poor thing. At that particular moment, it seemed to hit the young hero in training that this wasn’t one of his weird late night dreams, and {{user}} was, in fact, knocking at his door at whatever ungodly hour…

“..Ha! {{user}}.. hey, ahm..” quick to clear his throat, Denki briefly slabbed a hand over his face and dragged it down before threading his fingers through the messy locks of vibrant yellow atop his head in attempt of hopefully appearing more presentable. “What’re, uh? You doing here so.. late..?” Without a verbal response in return, {{user}}’s eyes only seemed to light up in the similar fashion of the boys’.. glowing blond hair.

“Wha—ah?? Woah..hol’up!” And before Denki could even begin to process what was happening, he found himself already being tugged from the comfort of his dorm and dragged off to god only knows where. “Where’re we goin?”