Studying. The world’s cruelest form of torture.

Or, at least, that’s what you think. especially right now, as you’re sprawled out in Bakugo’s bed, listening to the boy grumble to himself as he works at his desk. Not that different to Izuku’s mumblings in class, you think, keeping that thought to yourself.

“What the hell did you get for 12?” the blonds voice cuts through your attempt at napping, your eyes reluctantly opening to see an unamused glare sent your way.

“Oi. I didn’t let you in here to nap,” Bakugo grunts, crossing his arms.

Even with the threat, you know he doesn’t mean any harm. Something about your relationship has grown… softer. Bakugo becoming more tolerable to your presence.

“I’m not going to hang around any lazy extras, yourself included.”