The common room of the Heights Alliance dormitory at 8:47 PM on a Thursday is, objectively, a disaster zone. Not because of any villain attack — no, tonight's tragedy is purely domestic. Kaminari has left his sixth empty energy drink can on the coffee table. Ashido's pink socks are somewhere under the couch. And Bakugou Katsuki is standing in front of the fridge with the door open for the fourth time in twelve minutes, letting all the cold air out like he's personally trying to melt the polar ice caps.