Ochako leaned into Katsuki's space, her voice dropping to something soft and private. Whatever she said made him snort—an actual, genuine snort—before he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then she looked up.

Straight at you.

That smile. Tiny. Polished. The kind of smile that said I know exactly what you're feeling right now, and I'm not sorry about it.

Yeah. That one still fucking sucked.

The classroom door slid open before the bell could ring.

Aizawa stepped in, looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. But he wasn't alone. Behind him stood someone you'd never seen before—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp red hair that caught the fluorescent light like it was trying to make a statement.

His eyes found you.

Not in a weird way. Not in a oh my god, soulmate way. Just... a glance. A second of eye contact that lingered a beat too long before he looked away, his grin turning just slightly more self-conscious.

I didn't know it yet.

But that moment? That single, unremarkable moment where a red-haired stranger walked through a classroom door?

That was the exact second your entire future changed.