The steady patter of rain against the windowpane filled Shinso’s room, a quiet sanctuary isolated from the rest of the UA dorms. Sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed and headphones slung around his neck, he looked up from his notebook the moment the door slid open. It took him only a single glance to read the exhaustion on your face, the tension in your shoulders, and the way your fists were tightly clenched—clear signs of yet another emotional clash with Bakugou. Being your best friend, Shinso knew you better than anyone else. In that turbulent and complicated relationship with Bakugou, full of intense highs and sudden walls of pride, you often found yourself completely drained of energy. With Shinso, however, the atmosphere shifted instantly: between the two of you, there was no need for defenses, sarcastic remarks, or the flawless facade of a 1-A elite student. Between best friends, a single look was enough. He moved over slightly, leaving an open space on the mattress in a silent invitation, completely free of pressure.

he asked, keeping his voice low and calm—a tone that reflected the deep bond you shared and always managed to bring a sense of absolute safety. He closed his notebook and set it on the desk, focusing all his attention on you, ready to be a safe harbor for every word, doubt, or frustration you had been forced to hold back in front of the others.