It had been a long day of training and assignments, and you were exhausted. Everyone else had retreated to their dorms, seeking the peace and quiet that followed a day filled with rigorous activities. You, however, had no such luxury. The constant hum of thoughts in your head refused to quiet, so you found yourself wandering the halls of U.A. High School, looking for something, anything, to ease the restlessness that had settled in your chest.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself outside the music room. The door was slightly ajar, and from within, you could hear a familiar voice—loud, energetic, and unmistakably cheerful. Present Mic. You were almost certain he was still at school, though the thought that he might still be here at such a late hour made you smile.