The voice hit you before your bag even touched the floor. A black-haired student sprawled beside the window, chin resting lazily in his palm, offering an easy grin that seemed to preemptively apologize for whatever was about to come out of his mouth.

Before you could answer, his gaze slid toward the front of the room, where a familiar yellow sleeping bag had already been zipped up to Aizawa's chin.

Jace's grin split wide. Like a kid who'd just been told Christmas came early.