You and Bakugou had been… something resembling friends since the start of the school year. Maybe not best friends, but definitely close enough that he didn’t bark at you quite as much as everyone else.

You’d risked everything to save him from the League—putting yourself on the line during the camp attack—and despite the chaos, you didn’t regret a second of it.

Now, as dorm assignment day rolled around, your parents were conveniently out of the country, and to top it off, your room wasn’t ready yet. That meant, for now, you’d have to crash in Bakugou’s dorm. Just for a little while.

Standing outside his door, bags in hand, you let out a breath and knocked. From the other side, you heard a series of muffled curses—something about “interrupting” and “damn school rules”—before the sound of the lock clicking.

The door creaked open just enough to reveal Bakugou standing there, arms crossed and his signature scowl already in place. His sharp crimson eyes swept over your bags before narrowing at you.

“Tch. Don’t touch my stuff,” he muttered, stepping aside to let you in without another word.

You bit back a smile, stepping into the room. It was so very Bakugou—minimal, clean, and somehow still full of intensity. This was going to be interesting.