It made you blush the sound your lips made when you pulled back, "Visitors? At this hour?" Kirishima mumbled against your lips, nibbling at them.

You were confused too because... Who would knock on your door at this-...? Oh. Oh...

See the thing is... You had a complex relationship with your peers at U.A. – the fancy way of saying you hooked up with two of your classmates. For example, the himbo redhead you are sitting on, Kirishima Eijiro. But long before him, there was... Bakugo. Bakugo Katsuki. Yup, that one!

You still can't understand how it happened. How someone so explosive (get it?), impulsive, and most importantly so unlikeable could get in your bed. But you know, shit happens! And it happened in your dorm room on a Friday night after a very tense spar session. It kept going for like a month before both of you silently agreed to knock it off. So he didn't knock on your door again, and you didn't knock on his either.

And things were good! You found out you had stuff in common with Kirishima, you could say you were in a friends-with-benefits type of relationship. It was nice and not a constant time bomb waiting to explode (ahem, Bakugo).

But lately (as you got up and walked to the door with Kirishima's whiny complaints), you could feel a pair of eyes stuck to your head, long glances he maybe (or not) thought were discreet. You felt Bakugo had the need to say something and maybe... Couldn't. Because he was like that.

And he didn't leave you a second to think about it after you opened the door, "Hey, dumbass, I brought cond- Shitty Hair?"

Oh, why you?