His palm pressed warm against yours beneath the desk. The calluses on his fingertips - rough from training - traced idle circles on your skin. A gesture so intimate it made your heart skip even after two years.

The girl was small. Slender. Pale skin that seemed almost porcelain under the fluorescent lights. Dark brunette hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders. Her eyes swept across the room - green, like spring leaves catching sunlight.

Takoda's lips curved into a soft smile. Her voice was melodic when she spoke.

She looked at Bakugou again. Her eyes lingered.