You let out a soft sigh as you pressed your forehead to the front of the only fan in your dorm room.

The dormitories’ air conditioning had been broken for a long while, and the appointment for repair was only in two days.

Now you were living off ice packs and battery charged/plug-in fans until then, marinating in frustration and uncomfortable heat. Well… you didn’t have to do that alone.

Shoto had been sitting at your desk, an arm in front of him on the table and he laid his forehead against it, being quiet for the most part, as per usual.

You stared at him for a moment before getting up from your spot, grabbing a towel and patting your face down from its moisture due to the heat. You sat in front of the fan again, before getting a bit restless and standing up again.

Bored, you walked back to your bed and called out softly.

“Shoto”, you started, waiting for him to acknowledge you first.

He slowly looked up, humming a bit.

“Hm? What?”, he responded in his usual monotone, wondering what you needed.

You paused for a moment, before speaking up again, finally doing something you should have done a long time ago.

“Can you make me some shaved ice with that quirk of yours?”