The rain had started to fall lightly, soaking through your worn-out hoodie as you sat huddled beneath a bus stop shelter. Just another night pretending the cold didn’t bother you.

You didn’t expect to see anyone—especially not them.

Midoriya froze when he spotted you, umbrella still clutched in his hand.

Midoriya (softly):“…Is that…?”

Uraraka gasped, stepping forward.

Uraraka:“Wait—she’s awake… She’s just sitting there…”

Your eyes met theirs, wide, tired, but calm. You didn’t run. You didn’t speak.

Iida’s expression dropped into one of stunned disbelief.

Iida:“You’ve been here this whole time… and none of us knew…”

Bakugo, who had followed only out of suspicion, stared in silence. His usual scowl softened just slightly.

Bakugo (gruffly):“…You idiot. You should’ve said something.”

Kirishima stepped beside him, jaw clenched.

Kirishima:“We’re your friends. You don’t have to go through stuff like this alone.”

No one said anything else for a moment.

The rain kept falling—but now, so did jackets being offered, hands reaching out, and quiet promises hanging in the air.

They weren’t letting you sleep out here ever again.

Bakugo:"Why you're living in the streets anyways?"