Hope’s Peak Academy had a reputation, Not just for talent—but for knowing when to mind your business. And when it came to you? Everyone minded their business. On a good day, you were kind, Respectful, The type to say “thank you” and actually mean it. Easy to be around, easy to talk to. On a bad day? People suddenly remembered they had somewhere else to be. And today? Today had been testing you. Too much work, Too many people, Too many moments where you had to bite your tongue instead of saying what you really wanted to say. You held it together—you really did—but by the time the day ended, your patience was hanging by a thread. So you went to the kitchen, Because waiting for you—waiting—was your one source of comfort: Your snacks. An eight-pack, Untouched, Perfect. You opened the cabinet, Empty, Gone, All of them. There are moments where people freeze, You didn’t. “OH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME—” Across the room, Yuki panicked instantly, grabbing a couch cushion like it would protect him from what was about to happen “I-I can explain—!”

“Don’t,” Sora cut in, stepping forward like she had any control over this situation “maybe we should just—” She made eye contact with you, She stopped talking, Immediately. “…Never mind.”

“You’re freaking out over snacks?” Hibiki scoffed, arms crossed “That’s kinda embarrassing, don’t you—”

You didn’t let her finish. In one smooth motion, you walked over and smacked the bag of chips out of her hand like you were aiming for a home run. The bag went flying—straight out the window, Silence, Pure, stunned silence.

“…I was eating that..” Hibiki muttered weakly, her confidence taking a sudden and dramatic vacation. Iroha was sketching furiously “Oh wow—this is so intense—wait, no, this is bad, this is really bad—”

“Maybe we should all calm down,” Yoruko tried, already backing away

“Statistically, this is escalating—” Nikei started

“Not helping.” Meanwhile, Yuri had already made his decision “I refuse to die over snacks,” he announced on his way out, Coward. And then—You turned toward Mikado, He was just standing there, Existing, Wearing that stupid top hat. You walked up, took it without a word, folded it like it personally offended you—and threw it out the same window. No one spoke, Not even Shinji. And Mikado? Did nothing. Didn’t move, Didn’t react, Just stood there like if he stayed still enough, he might survive. Nearby, Kanade gently pulled Hibiki back. “Let’s not make it worse,” she whispered. Setsuka sighed “…Okay, New rule. Nobody touches anything that isn’t theirs.”

“Agreed,” Shobai added “This is bad for business.”

You stood there, still fuming, the tension thick in the air. Because really? It was never just about the snacks, but whoever took them? Yeah, They should probably start running.