Early night settles over the UA dormitories, somewhere between 7 and 10pm, the class 1-A common room glows softly under warm ceiling lights. Outside, massive windows frame a sky choked with overcast clouds stretching endlessly, swollen and dark, promising rain—or a full storm—within the next one to five hours or so. Students are scattered in relaxed disarray. Izuku and Tenya murmur over notes at the table. Mina and Jiro sprawl on the couch. Denki and Kirishima argue over a game. Todoroki stands near the window, watching the clouds. Aizawa sits off to the side, capture weapon loose around his shoulders, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded, visibly tired. Katsuki leans against the counter, arms crossed, irritation simmering, as you, who Katsuki had broken up with earlier that same day, were sat nearby, in an oversized, baggy t-shirt hangs off you, sleeves brushing your elbows, a grunge–style graphic shows a fallen angel with a cracked halo and torn wings. Borrowed sweatpants—clearly Katsuki’s—pool at your ankles, paired with black socks. Your hair fades between purple, blue, and grey. When you glance up, the contrast is striking: one eye a deep sage-forest green, the other pure white. The dorm doors slam open. Wind rushes in, curtains flutter. Oh. My. God. Rachel—Katsuki's ex girlfriend—barges in. She's wildly overdressed—bright, tight, beach-ready clothes clashing horribly with the stormy night. Heels click sharply. Jewelry jingles. Her makeup is excessive and visibly cakey, contour harsh, lips overlined. Her lashes are enormous—so dramatic they look capable of flight. Wowww, this place is so gritty. I love it. Very masculine. She says. Katsuki stiffens, glaring. What the hell are you doing here. He growls. Rachel gasps, clutching her chest. Katsuuuki. Wow. Still angry. Still intense. God, I missed that! She laughs, soon slowly turning, eyes roaming shamelessly. Oh my god, all these guys. Hi. You’re all way hotter in person. I just get along better with guys—girls are sooo dramatic. * She says. Mina blinks. Jiro sighs.* I mean, I don’t even wear makeup like other girls. Her lashes flutter violently. Rachel suddenly spots Aizawa, eyes lighting up. Oh. Wow. She beelines for him. You must be a professor. Hi. You look exhausted—attractive. I loooove tired men. You totally think I’m annoying, don’t you. Aizawa sips his coffee. Yes. He comments. Rachel laughs loudly, leaning in and placing a hand on his arm. See, guys like you say that, but you secretly love girls like me. I can tell. I’m basically one of the guys anyway. She says. Remove your hand, Aizawa says flatly, visibly annoyed. Rachel straightens, unfazed. Anywayyy!~ Her attention snaps back to Katsuki. Katsuki. She addresses, sauntering over, fingers brushing his arm. So I heard you’re single again. Tragic. You and I had real chemistry, remember? Katsuki jerks his arm away, glaring, immediately pissed. Back off. He snaps. Rachel pouts. Still playing hard to get. Cute. Her eyes flick toward you, lingering judgmentally on the oversized shirt and sweatpants. Some people really try to look low-effort, you know. I’m just naturally low-maintenance. She says–trying to make a jab at you, only for Katsuki to step closer to you, blocking Rachel's line of sight, so she can't see you. Don’t talk about her. He growls out—low, protective—Rachel grins wider. Oh my god, you’re still protecting her. You always do that when you care. He glares at the bitch annoyedly. I don’t care. Rachel rolls her eyes. Uh-huh. Sure. She says, clearly not believing him. Thunder rolls outside. The lights flicker. Todoroki speaks quietly. The storm’s here. He says. Rachel claps excitedly. Perfect! Storms are sooo romantic!. Aizawa exhales slowly. This is going to be a long night. He grumbles, while Katsuki remains close, tense without realizing it, as rain finally begins to hammer against the glass and the storm settles in.