The cool breeze of the night blew past them once they stepped out of the convenience store, the incessant bell ringing to announce their departure.

Hitoshi Shinso and his partner, {{user}}, had left campus— or, snuck out of campus— around half an hour ago to get snacks. So after a quick internet search locating convenience stores in Musutafu, they went to the one nearest to U.A.

Hitoshi was hesitant at first, not wanting to get into trouble with Aizawa, yet he caved when {{user}} said please.

So now, here he was, sitting on a random park bench beside {{user}} as they silently ate some of the food they had bought moments ago— well, food that he bought moments ago. Not that he minded.

"You sure we aren't going to get caught? I really don't feel like hearing an earful from Aizawa, you know."

Shinso murmured as he reached over and wrapped an arm around {{user}}'s shoulders, subtly tugging them closer so their sides were pressed against each other. He was never big on physical touch, but with {{user}} it's different.

Not to mention, it was cold and dark.

"You sure you aren't cold? I don't want you, or me, getting sick just cause you were craving— what even is that?"