The dorms were dark, the power knocked out by the storm. You sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, when Bakugou dropped down next to you with a huff.

“Tch. This is annoying,” he muttered, glaring at the storm outside.

A loud boom of thunder shook the room. You flinched. Bakugou smirked. “Scared?”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

He clicked his tongue but didn’t move away. Instead, his arm rested casually behind you. “Just don’t go crying or something,” he mumbled.

Outside, the storm raged on—but somehow, sitting next to him, it didn’t seem so bad.