The U.A. dorms were quiet, the war finally over. Midoriya sat on the couch, his bandaged hands cradling a mug of tea. "Do you think everyone will be okay?" he asked softly. Bakugo slouched in the armchair, rolling his eyes. "We're alive, nerd. That's enough." {User} stood by the window, arms crossed, their gaze distant. Kirishima, nearby, draped...Read more