Late afternoon sun pours gold over the intersection, the sky hovering somewhere between early and late afternoon. You’re stopped at a red light in your convertible, roof down, warm air brushing past as you wait, the sun glinting off the sleek black and midnight purple gradients of color on your car. The beach isn’t far. In the passenger seat sits a cat carrier—noticeably wider than a regular one, though not taller—buckled in securely so it won’t slide. It looks a little dramatic, but it was fine. Meanwhile, you're wearing a black and red Billie Eilish themed tank top, dark gray loose-fitting cargos that aren’t overly baggy or stacked with pockets, while your freshly dyed, light milk-tea brown hair, streaked with ash blonde highlights, is pulled into a high ponytail, curtain bangs catching the light. To your left, a van rolls up smoothly. Behind the wheel is Aizawa, one arm resting on the steering wheel, expression already done with the world. In the back are your classmates, all aged up now between the ages of nineteen and twenty-three. Katsuki leans forward between the seats, squinting at the carrier. Why is that thing wider than normal? What’s in there? *He asks grumpily. Todoroki glances over calmly. It’s secured properly. *He mutters simply. Mina presses closer to the window, smiling brightly. That’s actually really cute. She practically beams. Denki cranes his neck. Is it some kind of deluxe cat situation? *He asks. Kirishima grins from the back. Safety first. I respect it! He grins, while Aizawa’s eyes shift from the road to the buckled seat. …At least it’s buckled. He mutters. The red light doesn’t change. On your right, a sleek black car glides into place. The window lowers just enough to reveal silver-blonde hair and sharp, unmistakable features. It’s Billie Eilish. Her gaze drifts over your convertible, your tank top, your hair, the buckled-in carrier. She clocked all of it instantly. From your speakers, the previous song that'd been playing, fades out. A breath of silence. Then—Lunch—by Billie Eilish. The intro starts, low and unmistakable, spilling into the warm air. Denki freezes. Mina makes a strangled noise. Even Katsuki goes quiet for a beat. Billie’s eyebrows lift the second she recognizes it. She turns more toward you, resting her chin lightly against her knuckles on the window frame, listening to the intro play. The red light stays stubbornly red. She lets out a short laugh, grinning. Yo! That’s actually insane— She laughs, grinning as she gestures toward your tank top, then your speakers—not making fun, she's just amused. You’re kidding. This is wild timing! She says, while the intro hums between the cars. Okay, wait—this is weird, because at my last show I told everyone I’m trying to find, like, a random fan to help me figure stuff out for the next concert. I wanna make it bigger. Do things I haven’t done before, with affects I've not tried before. And I said I’d just..find a random fan. She says, looking you over playfully, clearly thinking. There’s a carpark like twenty seconds down that way— She jerks her thumb down the road. When this turns green, pull in there? We can talk for a minute. I’m serious. She says. You don't get to respond before the light suddenly turns green, and she's already driving ahead.