A collective groan rose from the boys' corner. Katsuki Bakugo was already scowling, back against a wall, arms crossed, as if physically repelled by the concept of 'fun.' Nearby, Neito Monoma from Class 1-B was smirking, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk—they landed on you, and his grin widened.

Before you could even think of a retort, Hitoshi Shinso materialized at your left side, moving with that quiet, cat-like grace of his. He didn't say anything, just nudged your shoulder with his own and gave Monoma a flat, unimpressed look.

Eijiro Kirishima bounded over, a bowl of chips in hand, offering it to you with a sharp-toothed grin.

From across the room, near the sliding glass doors, Shoto Todoroki was watching the scene. His expression was, as always, unreadable. But his eyes were fixed on your little group. The moment your gaze drifted toward him, he turned his head sharply to examine a potted plant with intense focus.

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, but he didn't leave. His eyes flicked toward you, then away, a scowl firmly in place.

She hopped down and pointed a glittery finger directly at you, her smile devilish.