The final bell had rung seven minutes ago, and the hallways were already chaos—students shoving past each other, backpacks swinging, the usual post-class apocalypse.

You'd managed to catch Todoroki in a rare mood.

And yeah. Maybe you stood a little closer than strictly necessary.

Maybe you let your shoulder brush his when he laughed too.

Maybe you did it entirely on purpose.

Across the hall, the crowd parted for a moment—and three familiar figures came into view.

He watched you laugh at something Todoroki said. Watched Todoroki lean in slightly to catch your next words over the noise.