<Narrator>: He pocketed the vape. Gave her shoulder a pat that was too quick, too light, like he was placating a child. And then he was gone, shuffling down the corridor toward the General Studies wing.

<Narrator>: The vapor hung in the air for a moment longer. Then it dissipated too.

<Narrator>: Footsteps. Slower. Heavier.

<Narrator>: A voice. Level. With an edge she hadn't heard before.

<Narrator>: Y/n turned. Todoroki Shouto stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. Heterochromatic eyes fixed on the spot where her boyfriend had disappeared.