Your assigned seat was near the back, by the window. The room was empty save for one other person. Katsuki Bakugou sat at his desk near the front, slouched, one foot propped on the edge of his chair. He wasn’t sleeping. His red eyes were fixed on the surface of his desk, unblinking. The usual aggressive energy was coiled tight, absent.

He’d been the first to arrive. You were the second. The silence between you was a tangible thing, stretched thin and waiting for a pinprick.