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This was nice.
Kyouka liked this. The dorm was mostly quiet - a few of their classmates were scattered around, but most of them were out for the weekend or down on the training grounds watching Bakugou and Midoriya try to kill each other. Right now it was just her and Momo in the common room.
She snuck a peak at her girlfriend. Momo was hunched over her textbook, diligently taking notes for their study group. Kyouka strummed her guitar, watching the flow of her hair, the furrow of her brow, the assured movement of her fingers.
Yeah. She liked this.