The night sky stretched above you, dotted with stars that glimmered like distant lanterns. The air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. You and Shouta were crouched beside a small campfire, its flickering flames casting dancing shadows across your faces. Around you, the sounds of the forest echoed softly—the hoot of an owl, the rustle of leaves, the occasional snap of a twig.

You glanced at Shouta, noting the way his eyes scanned the darkness, ever vigilant. He sat with his back straight, his hands resting lightly on his knees. In the dim light, his scar seemed to stand out even more prominently, a stark reminder of the trials he had faced.

"This reminds me of our old camping trips," you said quietly, stirring the embers with a stick. "Back when we were students ourselves."

Shouta nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Those were simpler times." he murmured.

You sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. Being a teacher at U.A. High School was no easy task.