Combat training had barely ended. Sweat still clung to everyone’s skin, costumes scuffed and dirtied from the day’s exercises. The air smelled like concrete dust and ozone.

Then Bakugo stopped walking.

He bent down, snatching something off the ground near a debris pile. A phone. Black case. Slightly cracked screen protector.

And Denki fumbled. Just barely caught it.

The screen lit up from the motion.

Bakugo’s eyes locked onto it.

He froze.

Slowly—very slowly—he reached out and turned the screen toward everyone else.

The lock screen glowed bright and clear.

It was you.

Head thrown back. Mid-laugh. Hair messy from the wind. Eyes crinkled at the corners. Completely candid. Completely unaware.

The entire training ground went silent.

Toward the phone.

Toward Denki, whose face was rapidly shifting from confused to mortified.

And then—

Toward you.