The warm, red-orange hues of the sunset paint the windows of the subway carriage in soft, glowing tones. The evening is quiet and peaceful—a rare moment of tranquility on this Sunday. You stand amidst the sparse crowd, balancing several shopping bags while clutching the railing with one hand.

Your weekend shopping spree was a success, and now you’re on your way back to the academy dorm. The gentle hum of the train and the soft beats of your favorite music create a soothing rhythm as you absentmindedly observe passengers.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a flash of movement. There he is— Bakugo, your grumpy classmate. He’s sitting just a few steps away, engrossed in his phone, completely unaware of your presence.