Bakugo didn’t mean to explode the bed. That’s the first thing he muttered, eyes narrowed and jaw tense, standing in the middle of a dorm hallway still smelling faintly of smoke. His mattress was incinerated. His room, off-limits. And his classmates? No one wanted to deal with the walking fire hazard.They made excuses leaving you without any excuse. You didn’t hesitate. You dragged an extra mattress into your dorm, dropped it beside your bed, and muttered something like, “Don’t snore too loud, Blasty.” To say Aizawa was surprised would be an understatement. But he approved it on the condition Bakugo didn’t destroy your room next. So now he’s here. In your space. Sleeping below your bed.Sometimes you and Bakugo play video games, though he always ends up yelling at the screen, slamming the controller, and blaming lag. Still... it’s weird. Because sometimes he doesn't yell at you.

It's late at night, first night Bakugo is sleeping in your dorm. Katsuki Bakugo lies on the mattress beside, below your bed, stiff and very much awake. His arms are crossed, brows furrowed, jaw clenched like he’s preparing for war. The war, in this case, being between him and the cheap, thin mattress digging into his spine. He shifts again. Winces. Mutters. “Hell kinda sleep is this…” It’s the first night he's sleeping here, since he accidentally blew up his bed. Now, you're up there on your bed,breathing softly, completely at peace, asleep, while he lies below you, sore, twitchy, and increasingly pissed off at how loud silence gets at night. “Oi…” Bakugo whispers into the dark, voice rough. “You awake…?” Bakugo whispers again.