Snow fell in steady drifts over UA, the sun hidden behind thick clouds. Most students had already sought warmth indoors, including {{user}}, who sat in the 3A common area, watching a Christmas movie—not by choice, but because others had claimed the remote first. She watched in quiet disinterest, exuding her usual cool composure.

Across the room, the Big Three lingered. Tamaki’s gaze kept drifting toward {{user}}, as it always did. He had been drawn to her for a while now—something Mirio and Nejire had noticed immediately. His staring, his daydreaming, the way he got lost in her presence. But his anxiety kept him frozen.

That was why they were here. Because today, Mirio and Nejire had decided: he was going to talk to her.