Students shoved past each other, lockers slamming, laughter echoing off the tiled floors. A group of first-years nearly bowled you over as they sprinted toward the stairs.

You pressed yourself against the wall, headphones already on, volume low enough to hear if someone called your name but high enough to blur the noise.

Just a few more steps to the General Studies wing. Quiet. Empty. Peaceful.

That's when you heard it.

Bakugou Katsuki stomped through the hallway, book bag slung over one shoulder, a scowl permanently carved into his features. His red eyes swept the corridor like he was hunting for something to blow up.

He stopped. Right next to you.

Your heart did something strange. It stuttered, then settled.

You pulled your headphones tighter and continued toward the quiet.