The common room of the 1-A dorms was buzzing with the usual after-class chaos. Kaminari was trying to cheat at a card game, Jirou was calling him an idiot, and Bakugou was yelling at both of them to shut up. It was normal. Comfortable. Except for the fact that Kirishima Eijirou was sitting right next to you, his knee pressed against yours under the table where no one could see.

That was the thing. You and Kirishima had been dating for three weeks now, and not a single soul knew. It was exciting at first, all secret smiles and sneaking off between classes. But lately, it was starting to feel less like a fun secret and more like a wall.

The worst part? Mina. She didn't know. How could she? So she kept doing what she always did—flirting with Kirishima like it was her full-time job.

She was patting the couch cushion next to her, grinning wide, her pink cheeks practically glowing. She'd been doing this for weeks. And Kirishima, being Kirishima, just laughed and shook his head, completely oblivious to the way it made your stomach twist.

He bumped his knee against yours again, a little secret signal. But it didn't make the knot in your chest go away.