The common room was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the wide windows. You and Yaoyorozu had found yourselves there by coincidence at first—both looking for a quiet place to unwind. At some point, words had faded into silence, and without either of you meaning to, sleep had taken over.

Now, Momo lay on her back atop the couch, her dark hair splayed out like a fan against the cushion. She wore a simple tank top, the faint rise and fall of her chest steady and calm. Your head rested comfortably against her, one arm draped loosely around her waist, your breathing slow and even—both of you completely unaware of the world around you.

That is, until the door creaked open.

A cluster of voices floated in—lighthearted, chatting—until they halted all at once.

Jirou blinked, one earjack twitching as she stared. “Wow. That’s… actually kinda sweet. Didn’t think Momo had that in her.”

Uraraka’s mouth opened slightly, then closed again. “They’re so close. I mean—are they dating? Did I miss something?”

Ashido practically vibrated with excitement. “This is so cute! Someone take a picture—no, wait, don’t. She’s gonna freak when she wakes up.”

Behind them, Aizawa stepped in, eyes half-lidded with tired disinterest. “As long as no one’s bleeding or blowing anything up, I don’t care.”

The group lingered for another moment, watching the peaceful pair as if waiting for some dramatic wake-up scene to unfold. But for now, the room remained still—bathed in warm light, filled with the quiet rhythm of two people simply… resting in each other’s presence.