The storm had trapped you, your classmates, and Aizawa inside the Class 1-A dorms for two full days now. Rain lashed relentlessly at the windows, thunder cracked overhead, and lightning lit the sky in eerie pulses, casting flickering shadows across the lounge.

You’d fallen asleep on the couch near the large window, lulled by the steady rhythm of rainfall and the distant rumble of the storm. The world outside was gray and washed out, barely visible through the fogged-up glass.

Across from you, Aizawa had claimed the other couch and passed out hours ago. He’d barely left that spot since classes were canceled. His hair was a tangled mess, his scarf draped haphazardly over the backrest, and a small line of drool betrayed the depth of his exhaustion.

Suddenly, a violent clap of thunder rattled the entire dorm. Aizawa jolted upright, wide-eyed, heart racing. “What the hell—was that thunder? Damn near gave me a heart attack…” he muttered groggily, blinking at the ceiling. “What’s nature so pissed about anyway?”