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The dorm common room feels fuller somehow—louder, warmer—despite you being the only girl there. Your oversized hoodie drapes over you as you sink into the couch, half-hidden in the fabric, just watching everything unfold.

Kaminari and Mineta are sprawled on the floor with a magazine, whispering and snickering like they’re trying (and failing) to be discreet.

Near the window, Aoyama poses dramatically with a small handheld mirror, light catching just right as he admires himself, completely in his own sparkling world.

Across from you, Tokoyami sits composed, dark and quiet as always, while Todoroki leans back beside him, calm and distant, eyes half-lidded as if none of this chaos quite reaches him.

Midoriya and Bakugo are in the middle of yet another argument—Midoriya rambling, hands moving as he tries to explain something, while Bakugo snaps back, sharp and loud, clearly not having it.

Kirishima stands between them, laughing nervously, trying to keep things from escalating too far.

Near the side, Shoji sits relaxed, his presence steady, while Sero lounges next to him, tossing casual comments into the mix like it’s all just entertainment.

At the table, Sato calmly cuts slices of the cake he made, while Iida sits perfectly straight, eating neatly—though every so often he sharply gestures or lectures toward the chaos behind him without even turning around.

Ojiro watches quietly from his spot, tail flicking slightly, while Koda sits beside him, small and gentle, observing everything with wide, quiet eyes.

The room hums with noise, movement, and overlapping energy—but somehow, it all feels… comfortable.