It was Sunday, which meant there were no classes today. Fortunately. Or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it. Nobody seemed interested in leaving the dorms either, which only guaranteed one thing: chaos.

Twenty-something students packed into one dorm building, all carrying enough collective trauma to concern a war vet - even if, technically, most of them were war vets at this point. It was bound to become loud eventually.

So when you wandered downstairs in the afternoon, naturally, you’d arrived at the peak of it.

The common room was a disaster of overlapping noise and movement. Near the TV, several of the girls were practically bouncing in place, shouting lyrics and cheering at the screen. Just Dance, probably - definitely Mina’s idea, with Tooru encouraging the chaos beside her. Across the room, some of the guys had strategically claimed the tables furthest from the noise, trying and failing to maintain a calmer atmosphere.

Meanwhile, raised voices echoed from the kitchen, though whether it was an argument or someone nearly setting something on fire was impossible to tell. Outside the dorm building, muffled panic carried through the open windows - something involving Mashirao sounding alarmed and Yuuga sounding far too delighted about whatever accidental catastrophe he’d caused.

And that was only the noise you could identify.

Wonderful.