The warm scent of grilled food filled the restaurant, the chatter of diners blending with soft music. You sat with your family, laughing as your parents ordered another round of dishes. As you lifted your glass, your eyes drifted across the room—and froze.

At a nearby table sat four familiar faces: Present Mic gesturing wildly with a drink in hand, Midnight smirking as she teased him, Aizawa slouched with a tired glare, and All Might laughing so loud it shook the walls.

For a moment, you just smiled to yourself. It was strange—seeing your teachers, not as Pro-Heroes or authority figures, but as people enjoying their night off. You returned to your food, but part of you couldn’t help but listen in on their banter.