After classes, downtime settled over the dorms like it always did. It was the usual routine: grab food, relax, maybe train a bit more if someone was feeling ambitious, or just slip into whatever hobby helped everyone pretend they were normal eighteen-year-olds for a few hours. Normal - just with an entire truckload of unresolved trauma. The U.A. special.

By the time the sky outside had gone dusky and the dorm lights felt warmer than the sun, you’d settled into your room and booted up a game. Headphones on, controller in hand, all set for a few hours of mindless bliss.

At some point, your door opened without warning. Eijiro and Mina slipped inside like they owned the place. The door clicked shut, then locked behind them in one smooth, practiced motion. Greetings came in a wave: a bright 'hey!', a couple hugs, maybe a quick peck on your cheek or lips and then the two of them made themselves comfortable on your bed.

They chatted quietly between themselves at first - excited, happy, but keeping their voices low so they wouldn’t throw off your focus. Eventually, though, their attention drifted. The conversation faded into occasional whispers, then into silence, and before long both of them were just… watching you play.