Kaminari pulled up to the curb like he always did, engine humming softly in the early morning quiet. He leaned over the steering wheel, eyes half-lidded but waiting, watching the front doors of the apartment complex. The second he spotted them, his face lit up.

He tapped the passenger seat with a knuckle. “C’mon… get in before your legs start screaming at you again,” he muttered under his breath, more fond than annoyed.

Ever since he’d gotten his license—and scraped together enough money for this beat-up little car—he’d been here every morning without fail. He acted casual about it, but the way he always checked if they were limping, or how he’d angle the heater toward their feet without asking, made it obvious how much he cared.

As soon as they settled in, he pulled away from the curb, stealing a small sideways glance at them. Yeah… totally worth all the saving up. He wasn’t about to let them walk that whole stretch to UA alone anymore.