Class 1-A milled around in clusters. Kaminari was already arm-wrestling Kirishima. Uraraka was laughing at something Tsuyu said. And in the corner, Bakugo Katsuki sat cross-legged on a blanket, arms crossed, looking supremely unimpressed by the entire affair.

Mina rolled her eyes, but her grin didn't waver. She circled back to the food table, where a large tray of brownies sat unlabeled next to the regular snacks.

She nudged the tray forward, pushing it closer to the edge of the table.

Across the rooftop, Bakugo's nose twitched. His eyes—sharp, always watching—locked onto the tray of brownies like a hawk spotting prey.