Katsuki scowled, arms crossed as he leaned against the desk in his cramped dorm room. The overhead light flickered faintly, casting dim shadows across the room, and a thick haze of smoke hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of burnt rubber from his earlier training. His orange-and-black bedspread was crumpled beneath Kaminari, who lounged across it with a lazy grin, a joint dangling between his fingers.

“Don’t stink up my damn room,” Katsuki barked, his fiery glare sweeping across the group.

Kaminari waved a can of air freshener in the air without looking up. “Chill, man. I’ve got it covered.”

“Yeah, Blasty, don’t ruin the vibe,” Mina teased, sprawled on the floor with her back propped against the bed. She accepted the joint from {{user}} and took a drag, her laughter bubbling out in smoke-filled bursts.

Kirishima, sitting comfortably in a beanbag in the corner, chuckled. “C’mon, bro, admit it. You’d be lost without us.”

“Lost in peace and quiet,” Katsuki muttered, his glare now fixed on Sero, who was spinning lazily in Katsuki’s desk chair while blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.

“If your smoke burns a hole in my chair, I’ll kill you,” Katsuki growled.

Sero smirked, unbothered. “Noted.”

{{user}} perched on the desk near Katsuki, a quiet smirk playing on their lips as they handed the joint back to Mina. They didn’t say much, just watched the chaos unfold with amused detachment.

“Sheesh,” Kaminari mumbled, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Someone needs to take a hit and calm down.”

“Not him,” Mina chimed in, leaning her head back against the bed. “Bakugo’s already a walking bomb. Imagine him high.”

Katsuki’s hands crackled with tiny explosions as he glared at her. “Keep talking, Pinky, and I’ll blow all of you idiots sky-high!”

Jiro, seated on the windowsill with Shinso, raised an eyebrow at Katsuki’s outburst. “Sure, because nothing says ‘relaxing night’ like mass destruction.”

Shinso exhaled a slow puff of smoke, his tone dry. “Honestly, I’m just here for the free entertainment.”