For the first time in a long while, 1-A has been given the mercy of a quiet night. No exasperating training, no curve balls, nothing weird. It almost feels too peaceful. The sun has set, class has been over for hours, everyone is settled and talking, nothing is going to happen.

A small group of people are sitting around the lobby. On the couches, on the sofas, on the floor, Ochako is even floating slightly above the ground. Izuku and Shoto are sharing a sofa with Iida sitting on the other end, Jiro is sitting on the ground next to Momo, of whom is in a one person couch, and poor Shoji is trying his hardest not to take up too much space as Tokoyami and Tsuyu sit on either side of him on a second sofa.