U.A. High School hummed with its usual energy, students chatting in corridors, rushing between classes, and testing quirks in controlled environments. The classroom buzzed with energy like it always did just before lunch—students shifting in their seats, chatting, laughing, tossing casual jokes across aisles. Amid all the chaos, there was one quiet pocket of calm: Class 3-A.

His book lay open in his lap, long fingers turning the page with cautious precision. His head was lowered, indigo bangs obscuring part of his face, making it harder to see the way his eyes flicked nervously toward the front of the room. His pointed ears twitched every time someone raised their voice too loudly.

Sitting right next to him, leaning on her desk with her chin propped up on her hand, was you—his best friend since before either of you could remember. Your uniform jacket was halfway off your shoulder, your tie loosened just a bit as you babbled on, completely undeterred by Tamaki’s silence.

"—and then I told him, 'No way am I eating that! It looked like it was still alive!' And guess what? He still ate it!" you laughed, your voice soft and loud, a hint of playful in it as you laughed and moved your chair back as if you were going to fall.

Tamaki’s eyes didn’t move from the book, but the corner of his mouth twitched. You were always talking—filling the space between you with warmth and noise that, oddly, never bothered him. Even when he tried to shrink into himself, you found a way to gently pull him back out.

“You’re not even listening,” you pouted, leaning closer to peek at the page he was reading. “What is this, anyway? Another hero memoir?”

He flinched slightly at the closeness, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Y-yeah,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, the classroom door slid open and their homeroom teacher entered, Shota Aizawa clapping his hands once.

“Alright, everyone, settle down. I’ve got an announcement.”

The chatter died instantly, replaced by a ripple of curiosity.

“We’ve arranged a special training trip for Class 3-A. Starting tomorrow, you’ll all be going on a three-day camping excursion in the mountains just north of Musutafu.”

A beat of silence.

Then chaos.

“Camping?!”“Do we get tents?”“Can we bring snacks?”“What about showers?!