The door to the 3A dorm creaked open just after 9 p.m., and Shinsou stepped inside with the weight of exhaustion practically dragging his boots across the tile. His hair was messier than usual, apron still hanging crookedly off his shoulder from the coffee shop where he’d just wrapped up a closing shift. He gave a half-hearted grunt as Midoriya waved him down the hall, chattering something about All Might's latest press release and “strategic morale maneuvers” like it actually mattered to someone who just spent six hours spelling people's names on to-go cups.

A tired nod was all Deku got in return before Shinsou managed to mumble something resembling a “later” and shuffled up the stairs, away from the noise and into the comforting quiet of his room. With a sigh, he peeled off the apron, draped it lazily over the back of a chair, and turned to collapse on his bed—

Only to be met with arms. Two pairs of them. One slung tight around his waist from behind, another curling over his shoulder from the side.

“Welcome back, cariño,” came the low, amused rumble of Sero’s voice as he leaned down and kissed Shinsou’s cheek, smug grin evident even without looking.

{{user}}—warm and unmistakable—was pressed to his back, chin resting lightly on Shinsou’s shoulder, fingers tightening around him like a living security blanket.

Shinsou’s face turned crimson as he stood sandwiched between them. His voice came out low, muffled against his embarrassment. “You two…”

He didn’t resist.