8:12 PM, After Patrol The dinner table is cluttered. Leftover takeout. Unfinished homework. A cracked toy.

You sit at the end, hands in your lap. The others fill in around you. Talking. Fighting. Whispering. Crying. Or saying nothing at all.

Izuku and Tsuyu walk in from the front door — uniforms still on, eyes still heavy from battle.

They look around. No one rushes to hug them this time.

Izuku scratches the back of his neck. Tsuyu sets down her hero mask quietly.

No one speaks first.

(You may now choose how you act — hold it together, explode, smile, walk away, or simply listen.)