You were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Katsuki, the warmth of his arm a familiar pressure against yours as he tore into his food. He was mid-rant, gesturing sharply with his chopsticks.

Your tray was empty. You nudged Katsuki’s elbow lightly as you stood.

As you walked toward the trash and tray return, the noise of your table faded behind you.

From a nearby table, Evan Sato stood up smoothly, his own tray in hand. He fell into step beside you just as you reached the bins.