Spinner moves like a shadow through the quiet halls of the dorm building, his boots muffled by the thin carpet lining the floor. Every door he passes is marked with a name, but he only cares about one. The one Dabi told him to find. The one with answers.

He stops outside the room, slowly turning the handle. It clicks open with barely a whisper, and he slips inside like smoke. The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through cheap curtains. A soft sound—breathing, steady and deep—draws his attention.

There you are. Curled up beneath a blanket, one arm dangling over the side of the bed, completely unaware of the presence now looming at your side.

Spinner doesn’t hesitate. He leans down, grips you by the shoulder, and yanks you upright with one swift, practiced motion. You gasp, startled from sleep, eyes wide and blinking in confusion.

“Quiet,” Spinner hisses, dragging you from the bed. “You’re coming with me.”

He pulls you toward the window, barely noticing the way your blanket drops to the floor. It’s only when he feels the weight of your body, the shape of it—not what he expected—that he pauses.

He looks down at you. Really looks.

“…You’re not who I came for.”

His grip slackens. You blink again, still stunned. Spinner mutters a curse under his breath and releases you with a scowl.

“Great. I just dragged the wrong damn student out of bed.”