Third year was when things got serious.

Teachers were hounding you about grades. You were supposed to choose internships with agencies you wanted to join after graduation. You were supposed to have you combat skills and quirk control down pat.

You were burnt out.

The homework never seemed to end. The intensified training left you sore, 24/7. And you still had to find time to sleep and take baths and give a single thought about yourself.

So one morning, for once, you let yourself sleep in.

Surely one day wouldn't matter, right?

Then-

"{{user}}?"

Shouta knocked on your door.