It was a Friday evening in late November, the kind where winter settled in early and everything felt a little quieter. Compared to previous years, third year at U.A. had been strangely manageable. Maybe it was the lack of crises, or maybe everyone had simply grown used to the pace. Still, hero training was never exactly easy, and the week carried its usual weight.

After lessons ended, the three of you drifted - almost by habit - toward Katsuki’s room. It was the most convenient spot, and with Eijiro’s room right next door, it hardly mattered which you chose. Fourth floor, same hallway, just a few steps apart.

You all ended up on Katsuki’s bed, the arrangement familiar by now. Katsuki laid in the middle, holding his phone up so you and Eijiro could see the screen from either side. Outside, it was already dark even though it was barely past seven, the kind of early nightfall winter always brought. A cold wind pushed at the balcony doors, muted by the curtains, adding a quiet rustle to the room as the three of you settled in.