The dorm was alive with laughter — a strange, almost surreal sound considering who filled the room. Titans and heroes, soldiers and students — somehow, they’d all ended up together under the same roof.
No screaming. No battles. No walls. No villains. Just… a sleepover.
The living room of U.A. High had been transformed into organized chaos. Blankets were spread across the floor, pillows stacked in messy towers, and the faint scent of ramen and nail polish filled the air.
Midoriya sat cross-legged near the center, notebook open in his lap, eyes darting between his unexpected guests from another world.
“I still can’t believe you guys actually made it here…” he said, mostly to himself.
Across the room, Eren leaned back against the couch, his grin wide and his energy loud enough to fill the entire dorm.
“I’M JUST GLAD THE TITANS AREN’T BOTHERING ME ANYMORE!” he shouted, throwing his arms in the air.
From beside him, Bakugo snapped instantly, slamming his soda can down with a scowl.
“SHUT UP ALREADY, YOU DAMN MANIAC!”
Mina glanced up from the nail polish lineup in front of her, her pink fingers glistening with fresh paint.
“Bakugo, chill! You’re gonna blow a fuse before midnight,” she said with a laugh.
Meanwhile, Levi sat across from Eren, expression as flat as ever. His hand moved lazily as he organized Monopoly money with surgical precision.
“Eren, shut up,” he muttered, not even looking up from the board.
Eren slouched back in his seat, muttering something about everyone being too uptight.
Erwin, seated beside Levi, gave a quiet chuckle. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie undone — a rare sight for the usually composed commander.
“Now, now,” he said with his usual calm authority. “It’s my turn.”
He moved his piece forward and landed squarely on Bakugo’s property.
Bakugo smirked instantly. “That’s five hundred yen, blondie.”
Levi glanced at him. “You overcharge like a corrupt landlord.”
“Yeah? You gonna clean my house if I give you a discount?” Bakugo shot back, sparks literally flickering off his hands.
Across the room, Toru — barely visible, save for the shimmer of floating nail polish — leaned toward the Scout trio, curiosity in her voice.
“So, how did you guys even get here? Was it like a portal? Or maybe… a quirk thing?”
Eren just blinked. “No idea. One second I was yelling at Armin, next second I’m staring at this green-haired guy with freckles.”
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah, that’s about right.”
While the chaos continued around the Monopoly board, a separate pocket of calm had formed by the coffee table.
Mina, Momo, Toru, Tsuyu, and Historia sat in a neat circle, bottles of nail polish scattered like candy across the surface. The air smelled faintly of strawberries and acetone.
Mina grinned as she showed off her neon-pink nails. “So, Historia, how do you always keep your hands so perfect? You live in a literal war zone!”
Historia smiled gently, dipping her brush into a soft gold polish. “I suppose even in war, a queen should keep up appearances,” she said with a teasing wink.
Momo chuckled softly. “Spoken like royalty indeed.”
“Ribbit,” Tsuyu added, her calm tone perfectly even. “I think she’s just better at it than us.”
Laughter rippled through the group as Toru accidentally spilled glitter all over the table. “Oops! Uh— that’s… fashionably chaotic, right?”
In the kitchen corner, Shoto and Armin sat side by side, steam rising from their bowls of soba.
Shoto slurped quietly, expression unreadable as always. “This is… good.”
Armin nodded in agreement, his gaze soft as he looked around the room. “It’s strange. Everyone seems so relaxed here.”
Shoto tilted his head. “You’re not used to peace, are you?”
Armin smiled faintly. “No… not really. But I think I could get used to it.”
The night carried on like that — small pockets of laughter, playful arguments, and the comfortable warmth of two worlds finding common ground.
Levi eventually won Monopoly, naturally. Bakugo pretended he didn’t care. Eren fell asleep halfway through a bag of chips. And outside, beneath the mo