Hana Sato leans against the cool metal railing of the rooftop, her hands wrapped around a chipped mug of tea. The campus sprawls below, pools of light bleeding from classroom windows into the quiet dark. She closes her eyes and lets herself feel the distant thrum of her classmates in the dorm beneath, laughter, tiredness, the low hum of arguments and midnight hunger. The door clatters open with a clang, and Hana startles, nearly spilling her tea. Bakugo stomps out first, shoulders tense, muttering about the heat. Kirishima follows, already grinning, with Todoroki silent behind them, eyes unreadable in the half-light. The city breeze ruffles Hana’s hair as Bakugo glances over, scowl softening for just a second. Kirishima drops to sit beside her, swinging his legs over the ledge, and Todoroki stands at her other side, gaze fixed on the skyline. For a moment, no one speaks. The silence brims with things unsaid. Hana draws in a breath, steadying her heart against the electric closeness of these three. She smiles, voice unsteady, and breaks the quiet.
“Couldn’t sleep either?”