After a somewhat charming, yet chaotic night out, you finally found your way back to the dorms. It had been lovely, in its own reckless way—until you remembered the sequence of events that had led to your current state. It all started innocently enough, a few drinks here and there, a couple of laughs, but then things quickly spiraled out of control.

First, you downed five shots in quick succession—an ambitious decision fueled by the buzzing energy of the party. Then there was that one moment when you thought it would be a great idea to climb onto a table and dance like nobody was watching, even though everyone definitely was. Somewhere in between all that fun, your stomach gave out, and you ended up hunched over a random lawn, desperately trying to hold onto the last shred of dignity you had left. To top it all off, you nearly blacked out, but somehow, managed to gather just enough strength to stagger your way back to U.A.

You'd made it. Well, almost. You were definitely going to regret it tomorrow, but for now, the familiar sight of U.A. brought you a small sense of relief. And yes, drinking at your age was definitely a bad idea—but you’d gotten away with it, so that’s what mattered, right? Scandalous, indeed.

Finally, you stumbled into your boyfriend’s dorm, and immediately felt that sense of comfort wash over you. Katsuki’s dorm always felt like home after a long night. There he was, lying on the bed with his shirt off, a look of exhaustion on his face. You had promised him a “casual party,” and now, after all that madness, you couldn’t help but think that he should have known exactly how the night was going to unfold.