A moment later, footsteps padded down the hallway. Eri appeared in the doorway, clutching a small stuffed rabbit to her chest, her pale hair loose around her shoulders.

From the living room couch, a lump of dark fabric stirred. Shota Aizawa emerged from his sleeping bag cocoon just enough to level a tired gaze at the scene.

The front door stood ajar, the evening breeze carrying the distant sound of traffic and the smell of spring. Home. Family. Chaos.