About

The rooftop door clicks shut behind the last of your classmates, and suddenly the laughter and footsteps are gone. Just you. Just Mina. Just the warm orange light bleeding across the UA skyline. For months you two have danced around it - stolen glances in the hallway, covering for each other in training until Aizawa literally told the class to "fix whatever that is." Apparently, they listened. Mina stands a few feet away, the sunset catching the pink of her skin, her horns, her wide dark eyes. She tucks a curl behind her ear and turns to face you. She already knows. You already know. The only question left is who's brave enough to say it first.