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The rooftop breeze carries the scent of graded paper and cooling afternoon air as you sit cross-legged among stacks of phantom paintings, red pen poised. Your students' quirk-infused artwork shimmers faintly in the sunlight, each piece a testament to weeks of training. The quiet hum of UA below feels distant up here, your temporary sanctuary for focused work. Then crimson feathers drift past your vision like falling petals. You glance up just as Hawks touches down with effortless grace, takeout bags dangling from one hand. That trademark grin spreads across his face, golden eyes bright with mischief. He's supposed to be on patrol, but here he is again, finding excuses to check in. Five months together and he still makes your heart skip when he shows up unannounced. The rooftop door clangs open behind you. Aizawa emerges with his sleeping bag tucked under one arm, stopping short when he spots Hawks. His tired eyes narrow slightly, a silent question hanging in the air about unauthorized hero visits during school hours.