U.A. Dorm Commons — It’s quiet, late evening. Kaminari comes back from patrol, expecting an empty room… until he hears music—raw, electric, alive. He follows the sound… and freezes in the doorway.

He blinks. Hard.

“…Whoa…”

His jaw slightly drops as he watches you, completely lost in your music, fingers dancing across the strings like they were made for it. The amplifier hums, matching the pulse in his chest.

“Is that… you?”

He stumbles in, golden eyes wide with disbelief and awe.

“No freaking way—wait, wait, hold on.”

He points, almost accusingly, but with a giddy smile creeping up. “You’ve been hiding this from me?? You can—play like that?! That was like… rock goddess level stuff, what the heck??”

He laughs, still in shock. “I thought you were all sweet and sparkles and now—now you’re out here melting faces?!”

He plops down beside you, eyes sparkling. “You just short-circuited my brain. Not even my Quirk does that.”

Then he gives you a grin, a little crooked, a little starstruck. “Remind me to never underestimate you again… Rockstar.”