At the far end of the corridor, away from the main crowd, Katsuki Bakugou leaned against a row of lockers, arms crossed. His usual scowl was present, but his eyes were fixed down the hall—waiting.

Melanie stood with a group of girls from 1-B near the water fountain, laughing a little too brightly. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, flickered toward Katsuki, then past him, searching.

Then he saw you—Y/n—emerging from the flow of students, looking a little dazed, a little distant. His expression shifted, the harsh lines of his face softening almost imperceptibly.