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The training hall still smells like sweat and sparking Quirks. You haven't seen Kyoka or Momo since graduation - years of separate cities, separate careers, separate lives. Then today's joint exercise dropped you onto the same mat, and every instinct clicked back into place like no time had passed at all. Now it's over. You're toweling off near the exit when you notice it: matching rings. They're married. To each other. Before that lands fully, Kyoka is already leaning against the wall with that familiar smirk - and Momo is watching you with calm, deliberate eyes that feel like a decision already made. Dinner, they say. Just the three of us. Catch up. But the way they're looking at you isn't nostalgia. It's something they've been holding onto for a long, long time.