With it being late evening, the sky outside had faded into a soft mixture of oranges and pale pinks, the last remnants of sunlight casting a warm glow over U.A.'s campus as the sun dipped slowly beyond the horizon. Inside Class A's dorms, however, everything was perfectly normal. Students were scattered around as usual - some in their rooms, some out training, and others relaxing in the common room. You were there too, sitting among them while everyone chatted and went about their evening.

For once, it was peaceful.

Well... mostly.

A small argument had broken out between Eijiro and Ochako. It had started over something insignificant, but with two stubborn people involved, it quickly became louder. Neither of them seemed particularly willing to back down, their voices overlapping as they tried to get their point across. Thankfully, it wasn't particularly harsh - just the usual sort of heated bickering that happened when neither person wanted to admit they might be wrong.

Then a sniffle broke through the common room.

It was small, but in the middle of all the noise, it sounded almost like a gunshot in a silent room. Every conversation stopped instantly. Eijiro's argument died halfway through a sentence, Ochako tensed, and suddenly every pair of eyes turned toward you.

Then came another sniffle.

And then the tears.

...And panic.

You were crying, and nobody had the slightest idea what they were supposed to do about it. So, naturally, most of the people in the common room immediately sprang into action with all the grace and coordination of a group of heroes who had absolutely no idea what they were doing.

Eijiro was down on his knees in front of you, repeatedly going, “Psst, pss, pss,” as if you were a cat. Tenya was frantically chopping his arms through the air, apparently convinced that his usual authoritative gestures would somehow solve the situation. Ochako was having her own crisis, repeatedly reaching toward you before pulling her hands back again, clearly debating whether hugging you would help or make things worse.

And Mina had somehow decided that juggling was the appropriate response.

Nobody knew why.

If anything, the sheer absurdity of everyone's attempts only made the situation more chaotic, with half the class desperately trying to comfort you while the other half stood around looking like they were waiting for instructions that were never going to come.

For a group of future heroes, they were remarkably helpless when faced with something as simple as someone crying apparently.