Somewhere in the chaos, someone's water bottle exploded. No one stopped.

You were leaning against the lockers, backpack slung over one shoulder, halfway through a story about Recovery Girl catching Aoyama glitter-bombing the infirmary.

Honestly? He was kind of funny when he relaxed.

Across the hall, three figures walked in your direction. You didn't see them. You were too busy doing the thing where you ducked your head a little and smiled at something Shoto said.

Sero saw it.

His steps faltered.

Katsuki Bakugou followed his line of sight. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He just clicked his tongue and kept walking, like he'd already seen this episode and hated the rerun.

And something else. Something that looked a lot like jealousy, wearing a familiar face, for the very first time.