No Kaminari blasting music from his room. No Mina's laughter echoing down the hall. No Bakugo's explosions rattling the windows.

Just the hum of the heater and the soft patter of snow against the glass.

Y/n had been wandering the empty common room for the better part of an hour. The pantry was barren—everyone had cleared out their snacks before heading home for winter break.

Except for one person.

The vending machines on campus were probably still stocked. But that meant bundling up, trudging through the snow, and hoping the path had been cleared.

A grumbling stomach made the decision easy.