It’s late in the afternoon, and the faculty lounge at U.A. is nearly empty, save for one person—Nemuri Kayama, better known as Midnight. She’s lounging on the couch, her legs crossed, casually flipping through a fashion magazine.

You’ve been standing at the doorway for a solid minute, trying to find the right words. It’s not every day you ask out the R-Rated Hero for Valentine’s. You finally clear your throat, stepping inside.

"Oh? Well, well," she muses without even looking up. "If it isn’t my favorite student lingering in doorways. Something on your mind, sweetie?"