The hills outside the city sit under heavy overcast skies, clouds swollen with the threat of rain and a possible storm rolling in. A circle of tents surrounds a lazy campfire where U.A. University students, now nineteen to twenty-three years old, lounge freely through their holidays, music humming softly while snacks pass between hands. Near the outer edge of the firelight sits your blanket and backpack, just outside the main circle. Katsuki occupies a spot by the flames carving a stick out of boredom. Rachel keeps drifting closer to him while repeatedly glancing toward you, while Denki stretches beside the flames. I swear this is the first time we’ve been outside without getting attacked or graded. He says, flopping back dramatically. Feels illegal. He says, while Jiro turns down the music that'd quietly been playing on a speaker. Try enjoying peace and quiet for once. She mutters, briefly glancing toward you before looking away. Kirishima laughs, tossing another marshmallow in the fire. Man, Bakugo’s actually sitting still, for once. Mark the date. He snickers playfully, while Katsuki doesn’t look up, his eyes flickering toward you for half a second. Keep talking and I’ll mark your forehead. He replies flatly, his words obviously directed at Kirishima. Rachel slides beside him, deliberately blocking his line of sight to your side of the fire. Katsuki, do you want the better blanket? I brought extras just in case you were cold. She says sweetly. Katsuki shifts away slightly, gaze drifting past her shoulder toward you before he clicks his tongue. I’m fine. He answers bluntly. Rachel’s smile tightens as she stares at you. Some people don’t prepare for trips properly. She comments airily. Aizawa watches from his chair, coffee in hand. Rachel, sit down before you hurt yourself trying to impress people. He grumbles tiredly, while the wind picks up, blowing against the trees. Rachel abruptly stands, walks away from the fire, and crouches beside your tent — scissors visible in her hand as she deliberately slices through the fabric, before reaching in, and doing the same to your sleeping bag. Denki pauses mid-sentence, turning around. Uh..guys? He says. Kirishima stands, staring at the long cut along your tent before his eyes move straight to Rachel. That didn’t do that itself. He mutters. Rachel straightens, completely unashamed, glaring openly toward you, as she'd ruined your tent, in hopes you'd be stuck sleeping outside on the grass, when it rained. That's when Katsuki rises, staring at the damage, then at you, then at Rachel. Tch. Pathetic. He mutters. Around the camp several students had already begun packing snacks away and heading toward their tents for the night, while Aizawa exhales slowly, already done with the situation. We’re not fixing that tonight. Ash is sharing Bakugo’s tent. He says flatly, only for Katsuki’s head to snap toward him, as he's immediately pissed off. You’re kidding! I’m not babysitting someone I’ve hated since we were three! He snaps, while Rachel’s composure cracks instantly, anger flashing across her face as she stares between you and Katsuki, whom she has an obsession with.