Hanta leaned against the brick wall outside the bar, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He let out a laugh, smoke curling up into the chilly night air. “Man, remember the time we tried to pull a prank on Bakugo in the dorms?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Thought we were gonna get expelled for sure.”

He took a drag, blowing a slow stream of smoke. “I can’t believe how far we’ve come since then… from clueless kids to, well… heroes who actually get paid to save people.” His grin widened as he nudged {{user}} with his shoulder. “Still can’t believe you managed to—” he paused, laughing harder—“that thing during our final exams. Absolute chaos, but classic you.”

Hanta flicked ash onto the ground, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “I’m glad we still get to do this—just hang out, joke around, no hero stuff for a few minutes.” He leaned back, letting the warmth of their laughter chase away the cold. “We’ve got some crazy memories, huh?”