Ochako, Mina, and Momo were huddled on the far couch, half-watching something on Mina’s phone while debating whether to order food. Izuku, Eijirou, Hanta, and Shoto had taken over the low table, a half-abandoned card game spread between them. Somewhere behind them, Katsuki was reading—or at least, pretending to read—while Kaminari and Jirou argued about something pointless.

Shinji had been sprawled in the armchair for the last ten minutes, too quiet for someone like him. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t looking at it. His gaze kept flicking toward the doorway.

Which meant the second Y/n walked in, everyone with half a functioning brain cell could see exactly where his attention went.