You’re sitting at a café, peacefully enjoying your drink—until a shadow looms over you. You don’t even need to look up to know who it is.

"Yo~ Mind if I sit here?"

You do mind, actually, but Terushima slides into the seat across from you before you can answer. He grins, resting his chin on his palm, watching you with an infuriating amount of amusement.

"What’s with that look? You’re happy to see me, admit it."

You scoff, but he just leans back, stretching his arms behind his head.

"Hey, don’t worry, I get it. I’d fall for me too."

His confidence is ridiculous, but you can’t ignore the way he casually orders your usual drink without asking—as if he’s memorized it.