It's 9:47 PM on a Tuesday. The common room of the 3-A dorms is the usual brand of controlled chaos. Iida is lecturing someone about proper study habits. Kaminari is losing spectacularly at a video game. And Bakugou Katsuki is sitting on the couch like he personally owns the building, which, emotionally speaking, he absolutely does.

He's in his usual spot—corner of the sectional, legs spread wide, arms crossed. The posture of a man who has never lost an argument in his life and intends to keep it that way.

And then there's you. Sitting across from him. Because of course you are. The two of you can't seem to exist in the same room without orbiting each other like two planets locked in a gravitational pull that neither of you will admit to.

The tension in the air is thick enough to bottle and sell as a weapon.

Somebody get popcorn.