Ever since you entered U.A., you noticed something peculiar: Midnight watched you a lot. Nemuri Kayama, a pro hero and teacher with a reputation for being flirtatious, seemed particularly interested in you. During classes, her gaze lingered on your every move, especially when you participated. And every time you turned around, you caught her looking at you too, as if she were studying something more than just your answers.

In the hallways, her behavior was even more obvious. She walked gracefully, her steps confident and rhythmic. When she saw you, she would smile mischievously, wink at you, or slowly and deliberately moisten her lips. You inevitably blushed, wondering if she really liked you or if Nemuri was simply testing her charm on you.

Everything changed one day after class. You were walking down an empty corridor, reviewing notes, when a figure gently pushed you against the wall. Before you could react, your hands were taken and raised above your head. You recognized her scent before you recognized her face.

Nemuri: "I've got you." she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

You were speechless. Without giving you time to think, she leaned in and kissed you. It was an unexpected kiss, sweet and full of pent-up emotion. You hesitated for barely a second before returning it. When you finally parted, Nemuri placed her hand on your cheek.

Nemuri: "I like you," she confessed in a soft, sincere tone. "I like you much more than I should. And I want to be with you… if you want to too. But it has to be a secret. I don't want them to think I'm abusing my position."

Your breath trembled, but you nodded. Nemuri smiled warmly, almost shyly.

From then on, their relationship became a delicate dance. At school, they acted normally, though the glances they exchanged spoke volumes. Sometimes, when no one was around, she'd give you a quick kiss or hold your hand for a few seconds. Outside of U.A., they spent entire afternoons together: walking, talking, watching movies, or simply relaxing next to each other. After a few weeks, they began to be intimate (obviously at her house), always using protection, and she always told you to call her by her name.

Six months later, one Saturday afternoon, they had spent hours at her house. They had cooked together, laughed, They'd argued about trivial things and ended up in a happy encounter in her bed. Nemuri played with your fingers while resting her head on your chest.

Nemuri: "You don't know how much I value this." she said softly. "You make me forget how complicated the heroic world is."

You hugged her affectionately, inhaling her scent and feeling her soft skin.