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52 - New Walls

The moving trucks arrived early.

U.A.'s campus was oddly peaceful under the bright morning sun, birds chirping overhead like nothing had happened. Like our entire world hadn't tilted just days before.

I stood at the edge of the sidewalk in front of Heights Alliance, the brand-new dormitory built for us, suitcase in one hand and a small duffel over my shoulder.

Behind me, the others trickled in.

Iida was already ushering students to the correct side of the building with all the enthusiasm of a tour guide who'd skipped breakfast. Shoto walked beside Momo, his hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. Kirishima dragged a huge duffel with one hand and balanced a cardboard box full of protein powder on his shoulder.

Katsuki... Well, Katsuki was silently glaring at his own suitcase like it had insulted him.

"Looks kinda fancy for a punishment, huh?" Kaminari said as he sidled up beside me, his yellow hair flopping messily over one eye.

"I mean, they are locking us inside for our safety," I replied. "Pretty prison or not."

He smirked. "Still, it's nice of them to give us our own rooms. I call wall closest to the AC."

"You're not even on my floor."

"Yeah, but emotionally, we're sharing space."

"Try that line on Mina."

"Oh please, Mina's too cool for my emotional trauma," he said, tossing a grin toward her.

Speak of the devil—Mina Ashido had arrived in full chaos mode, wearing glittery heart-shaped sunglasses and dragging a rolling suitcase that had been duct-taped in three different colors.

"This place better have decent closet space," she declared. "Because I brought everything. Including my lava lamp."

"I thought lava lamps were banned," I said.

"Not if they're disguised as 'ambience-enhancing therapeutic devices'." She winked.

Kaminari gave her a thumbs-up. "Genius."

Uraraka arrived next, humming to herself and carrying a bag nearly the size of her torso. She looked up at the dorm building with a quiet awe. "I've never had my own room before..."

The weight in her voice made me turn.

"It's yours now," I said. "Make it something that's just for you."

Her smile was small but real. "Thanks."

Inside, the dorm was even nicer than I expected—bright, airy, and full of potential. The living room on the first floor had wide windows, a full kitchen, and enough couch space to house at least three sleep-deprived group projects. Our rooms spiraled up across five floors, each person assigned their own private space.

"Remember," Aizawa said as he emerged from the side hallway, hair as chaotic as ever, "we're doing this so you're under one roof and easier to protect. Don't treat this like a summer vacation."

"Yes, sensei!" several of us chorused.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and muttered something about "babysitting."

Aizawa glanced at him. "And you especially. If you blow up a wall, you'll be sleeping in a tent on the sports field."

Bakugo grunted.

As the others started carrying their things inside, I lingered a moment in the doorway, watching the group fan out—laughing, lifting boxes, trying to remember whose room was where.