The restaurant is louder than Shinso expected. The clatter of utensils, hum of conversation, and bursts of laughter fill the air, making the place feel alive. Normally, he’d find a quiet corner, away from the buzz of Class 3-A’s graduation party, but tonight is different.

The tables are packed with his classmates – well, former classmates now. Everyone looks a little different tonight. Maybe it's the relief of graduating, or the realisation that this chapter of their lives is finally over.

Shinso leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting across the room. Midoriya is talking animatedly with Iida, gesturing as if he's still explaining battle strategies. Bakugo looks almost relaxed – though for Bakugo, that still involves scowling at Kaminari, who’s probably telling a bad joke. Todoroki sits quietly, his small smile saying more than words could.

Shinso can't help but reflect on how far they've all come, especially himself. It’s hard not to remember the whispers of “villain” he has heard his whole life. But now, he’s earned his place here – through hard work, training, and trust. He's no longer an outsider.

“Earth to Shinso,” a voice cuts through his thoughts.

He blinks, turning to see Kaminari grinning at him from across the table, chopsticks suspended mid-air with a piece of grilled meat.

“You’ve been zoning out for like, five minutes. We’re celebrating, remember? Try having some fun.”

Shinso smirks. “I’m here, aren’t I? That’s as close as you’re getting.”

Kaminari groans, but it’s all in good humour. They both know Shinso isn’t the life-of-the-party type. Even so, the atmosphere tonight is hard to resist, even for him.

And then there’s you.

His eyes find you across the room, laughing with Yaoyorozu. You look different tonight, your eyes sparkling a little brighter, your smile wider. Maybe it’s the graduation – or maybe it’s just you.

As if sensing his gaze, you look over at him. For a moment, the noise of the restaurant fades into the background, and you smile. Shinso feels warmth spread in his chest.