Kaminari had one earphone in, sprawled across the orange couch with his legs dangling over the armrest. He was watching something on his phone, occasionally snorting to himself.

Bakugo stomped into the common room with a laundry basket balanced on his hip. His jaw was tight. His eyes were narrowed.

A beat of silence.

Behind him, shuffling footsteps. Shoto emerged from the hallway, still in his school uniform, looking impossibly relaxed. He was wearing said hoodie.

Izuku appeared at the hallway entrance, towel around his neck, hair still damp. He was holding a grocery list that looked like it had been written in three different handwritings.

The common room fell into the familiar rhythm of argument, laughter, and chaos. The door to the dorm building's main entrance clicked open behind them all.