"I never thought I would be moving back into the dorms." The blond laughed while carrying two boxes on top of one another.

Kokyu was holding a bag of a few basic necessities walking along his side, "They didn't have the dorms when I was a student." She looked at the name plates for the different apartments. Her new apartment number was 3-A.

"This should be yours." He stated as they got closer to the door, "Mines 3-C. I wonder who lives in B?" His words are cut short as we look at the door that was going to be my new home.

She could feel a stiffness happen in the young man behind her as they looked at the old nameplate. Kokyu didn't know the hero personally, they were a distant memory of a fleeting moment, but she was well aware of what had happened to her. Togata's sudden change in demeanor indicated that it was different for him.

Mirio watches the woman put on a stoic face as she starts to slide the name plate out of its frame. She flips the plastic over and slides it back into place. There is a flash over her face before she starts to walk down the hall ahead of him. Before he can follow her she tells him to wait.

Kokyu stands in front of 3-C and looks at the nameplate. She didn't want the young hero to see it and she didn't want his curiosity to hurt him. So instead of flipping it she takes the nameplate out all together.

The door to 3-B opens and she doesn't turn to look at the person who had to live between these two apartments. Though she didn't look she could guess who it was. She could feel his eyes on her as she carefully put the nameplate into her bag. Thankfully it was her own reusable one and not a transparent one.

Walking back to Togata she passes the grim man. His silence had cut into the atmosphere and changed the dead aura into a more morbid one. The long haired man had to pass these nameplates everyday.

"Whose was it?" Togata asked when she stood next to him again.

Her eyes flickered to her new neighbor, "Togata," Kokyu takes her box off of his and he doesn't fight her this time like he did the other times, "It's not necessary to know right now. Make the home your own."

She used her quirk to balance the box in her hand while her other hand opened her apartment door.

"But."

Kokyu pauses her exit from the stiff hallway. Her eyes turned to her neighbor who still stood silently observing the interactions. She thinks about something she heard the man say frequently in their youth and she had to wonder if he still thought that way.

She was sitting by herself in the cafeteria. Her shoulders were hunched over and her hair was curtained around her face. She was desperately trying to feel like she was hiding even if her body was still there.

He was right there. Right behind her. If she wanted to lean back far enough their shoulders would be touching. Of course he didn't think anything of it. He was probably oblivious to her existence.

There was a hyper awareness running through her spine. Her nerves picking up on all of his movements. When he shifted his arm or moved his head it was like Kokyu could sense it.

The table behind her was the only thing that Kokyu could hear. Eavesdropping was a horrible habit to have but whenever she was around Aizawa-Senpai she just couldn't help herself.

"The interviews are always fun." She recognizes the voice belonging to Oboro Shirakumo.

"You rocked the last interview. You turned them all into listeners." That was Hizashi Yamada.

"They were all silent listeners because Oboro said he likes the salty taste his lollipops have when he puts them in his pockets without a wrapper. Which I don't think counts as a favorite food." And that was Shouta Aizawa's voice. It was even and collected.

Spreading a calmness over her to just instantly turn back into anxiety as she thought of her crush behind her and how his voice drifted over his shoulder and blessed her ears.

"They asked and I answered." Shirakumo Senpai.

"The interviews are irrational." Aizawa's even voice again.

Kokyu thought about his words. Where the hero interviews irrational? She'd personally agree with Yamada and Shirakumo with them being fun.

Before long lunch was over and she anxiously waited for the table behind her to leave first.

The next following days she sat in the same seat because she found that they were also sitting in the same seats. And every time she felt her nerves heightened at the proximity to her crush.

But she also started to hear a trend with Aizawa's opinions. He found many things to be irrational. It got to the point that she started to question if she even knew what the word meant.

She ended up looking up the definition just to make sure. Sure enough. Not logical or reasonable. Similar words being illogical, unjustifiable, ridiculous, arbitrary and silly.

So now that she felt smart enough to comprehend what her crush was saying it became easier to eavesdrop. Whenever he'd talk about something being irrational she'd go though her list of similar words to see if her opinions differed.

Sometimes they did and other times they didn't. But often every time she could understand how he would come to his conclusion.

Her super secret listen in on her crush during lunch sessions soon came to an end though when Shino and Takashita came back from their work study.

"Togata, Let me know when your apartment feels like home to you and then I'll give you the nameplate. It would be irrational, it would be ridiculous for me to let you see this nameplate and for you to taint what's supposed to be a new start for us." She gives him a grim smile.

Mirio knew she was right, "But you already saw yours."

She didn't turn around but kept her stoic face and kept her voice even, "I'm moving in because the house that I've lived in for the past 14 years burned down. Moving in is already tainted for me."

Mirio wasn't sure what to say after she left the hall and entered her apartment. Leaving him in the hallway with Aizawa.

"She's right. You didn't need to see the nameplate."

Mirio turns to the man, "I thought you were on the fourth floor. I remember watching Eri up there in my third year."

Another stoic face and then a heavy breath released from the tired looking instructor, "Hizashi could take walking down the hall. We swapped apartments shortly after you graduated."

Mirio looked down the hall to the apartment that was soon going to be his. She had taken the name plate off of it.

"It's been refurnished and it doesn't have a nameplate now to physically remind you. But your smart Mirio. It doesn't take much to figure out who used to live there." That's when Aizawa retreated back into his own apartment.

The short distance to his door felt weighted. Only two of UA's staff members were lost during the war. Nemuri Kayama, Midnight.

He stood in front of his door. There wasn't a nameplate but he knew who had lived there. Toshinori Yagi. Also known as All Might.

And although he knew that, he was incredibly grateful that his name wasn't on the door. That it wasn't written there claiming the space.

He could walk in to make it his own.