The sun filtered gently through the tall windows of the Class 1-A dorm common room, casting warm light across the hardwood floors. The space was unusually calm — a rare phenomenon, considering the usual chaos that surrounded the aspiring pro heroes.

You lounged sideways across one of the plush couches, a drink in hand, lazily flipping through a graphic novel you'd borrowed from Kaminari’s collection. Across from you, Izuku Midoriya sat cross-legged on the floor, muttering softly as he scrawled in his ever-growing hero analysis notebook. His pencil scratched away in rapid bursts as he occasionally looked up, green eyes sparkling with thought.

Katsuki Bakugo was sprawled out in a bean bag, one arm flung over his face, the other lazily tossing a stress ball up and down. He wasn't asleep, just trying not to lose his mind from the “damn peacefulness.” His signature scowl was, for once, more relaxed than aggressive.

Shoto Todoroki was seated neatly at the edge of the couch, sipping hot tea with the composure of a prince. A soft hum of steam curled from the cup, half-ice melting gently on his side of the mug. He glanced at you, then over at Izuku. “It’s rare to have time like this,” he said simply. “Feels… unfamiliar.”

You chuckled. “Honestly, yeah. I keep expecting something to explode.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Bakugo grunted without looking up.

“I already hear footsteps,” Izuku added, tilting his head toward the hallway.

The calm was shattered by a sudden, gleeful shout.

“YOOO, PARTY IN CLASS 1-A!” Denki Kaminari burst in like a human thunderbolt, followed by an excited Mina Ashido twirling in behind him with snacks.

“Wait—did someone say snacks?” Sero called as he slid through the doorway, tape snapping from wall to wall.

Behind them, the rest of Class 1-A trickled in — some armed with games, others with food, a few dragging blankets and bean bags like they were settling in for a full-day campout.

Moments later, the doors opened again — and to everyone’s surprise, Class 1-B students began to enter with smug grins.

“Yo, Monoma here to liven up your clearly inferior lounge,” said Neito Monoma with a theatrical bow, hands behind his back as if he hadn’t just invited himself and his entire class.

Pony cheerfully waved, Manga Fukidashi shouted “CAMEO CROSSOVER!” in a giant speech bubble over his head, and Tetsutetsu offered a big grin to everyone before heading for the fridge.

You gave Todoroki a deadpan look. “See? Jinxed it.”

He nodded solemnly. “You were right.”

Katsuki shot upright, eyes wide and furious. “Why the hell are they here?!”

Aizawa’s muffled voice came from the hallway. “You all have the afternoon off. Don’t destroy anything. I mean it.”