The lights hum faintly above you.

A hidden maintenance hall — long since forgotten by students — leads to your makeshift “room.” Monitors buzz. A few wires spark. A single stool faces the door.

The door hisses open. Footsteps.

Izuku Midoriya appears — eyes soft, smiling nervously. He’s brought something wrapped in a napkin.

“They’re starting to notice I leave at the same time every day.”

He sets the bundle down beside you. It’s… curry bread.

“I told them I was training in the old wing. I don’t think Bakugo believes me.”

He sits. He doesn’t ask for words.

(You are Banban. You may respond. Or watch. You will not be spoken for.)