The UA dorm common room was quiet—just you and Kirishima curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs and the soft hum of the heater in the background.

He leaned back, head resting against the cushions, red hair slightly messy from the day’s training. “Man, this feels nice,” he murmured, glancing at you with that easy smile. “Just us.”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “No noise, no chaos… kinda perfect.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah. I don’t need anything fancy. Just you and a quiet night.”

You smiled, heart warm. “Same here.”

Kirishima kissed the top of your head. “Then we’re doing alright.”

And in that calm, shared silence, everything felt right.