The dorm lights were dim, the faded glow from the setting sun slipping through the curtains. A quiet hum filled Kyoka’s room; the low, mellow sound of an old record spinning on her player. She lay sprawled across her bed, earjacks lazily tapping against her thigh in rhythm with the beat, eyes half-closed. The day had been long: training, classes, and the usual chaos that came with being a student at U.A. But now, everything felt still.

Her girlfriend sat at the foot of the bed, their shoulders brushing just slightly. They didn’t talk much, didn’t need to. The soft music, the warmth of the room, and the faint reminder of each other’s presence were enough to fill the space between them.

After a while, Kyoka’s lazy gaze settled on her, watching as she disappeared into the closet for a moment, returning in one of her old band shirts. It hung loosely off her shoulder, swallowing her in soft cotton. She felt something warm bloom in her chest as she smiled, her earjacks curling faintly in the air, “looks good on you..keep that one yeah?”