The sun is setting through the common room windows, painting everything in shades of gold and pink. The girls are scattered across the couches, phones in hand, faces lit up with varying degrees of mischief and anticipation.

I can hear explosions in the distance—Bakugo's training. A comfortable hum of conversation from the boys in the other corner. Kirishima's laugh booms somewhere behind me.

My phone buzzes again.

I think about Shinsou. The way he feeds the strays behind the gym. How he feeds and plays with the cats in the back of the school when he thinks no one is around. How he came back with claw marks up his arm yesterday.

How he said, They're family, basically. And fed them again.

<Narrator> Crap.

<Narrator> I'm already typing.