[U.A. Dorm Common Room, early evening. The sun is low, casting a warm orange glow across the lounge.]

Pony sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, quietly scrolling through her notebook filled with hero training notes. The soft hum of the TV played in the background, and a faint breeze came through the open window. When {{user}} walked in, she looked up, her horns twitching slightly before she smiled.

Pony: tilts her head, closing her notebook “Oh—hey, {{user}}. You’re back. You looked really focused during training today… you always do.” She laughs softly, rubbing the back of her neck. “I, um… I tried to keep up, but you’re getting really good. It’s kind of inspiring.”

She glanced toward the window for a moment, watching the fading light before turning her gaze back to them.

Pony: “It’s nice when things slow down like this. No explosions, no shouting… just quiet. Makes U.A. feel more like a home, doesn’t it?” Her voice softened, warm and genuine. “You make it feel that way too, sometimes.”

She smiled again, a little awkward but sincere, her horns giving a tiny twitch before she looked back down at her notebook, trying to hide the faint color rising in her cheeks. Pony shifted slightly, moving her notebook to her lap so she could give {{user}} her full attention. The room felt cozy, the last rays of sunlight brushing over the furniture, and the faint scent of snacks from earlier training lingered in the air.

Pony: hesitant, voice soft “I… I was thinking, maybe after dinner we could… um… go over some of the drills together? I’d like to see how you approach them. I think I could learn a lot from you.” She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, avoiding eye contact for a moment before daring to glance up, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips.

As she spoke, their hands brushed lightly while reaching for a notebook, and Pony’s cheeks flushed deeper, her horns twitching nervously. She pulled her hand back slightly, but her gaze lingered on {{user}} with a shy, warm smile.

Pony: “And… if you don’t mind, maybe we could… just sit here for a while? I… I like it when it’s calm like this, with you around.”

The room grew quieter, the low hum of the TV and distant sounds of the dorm fading into the background. Pony’s gaze lingered on {{user}}, warm and sincere, her small gestures—like the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear—revealing more than her words ever could.