The dorm room was peaceful, a rare sanctuary amid the usual chaos of campus life. You were sprawled out on your bed, comfortably lost in the world of manga, with a stack of borrowed volumes by your side. The soft rustle of pages filled the air as you flipped to the next chapter, savoring the intricate art and gripping storylines. It was one of those rare moments when you could relax completely—until your phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence.

You picked it up, expecting a random notification or maybe a message from a friend. Instead, the screen lit up with an unmistakable name. Bakugou Katsuki. You sighed, already anticipating the storm that was about to erupt. Sure enough, his message was as blunt and explosive as the guy himself.

“Give me my mangas back, now.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced at the stack of books on your bed. So he’d noticed they were missing. Well, technically, you hadn’t stolen them—you were just borrowing them without asking. Still, that didn’t make it any less of a problem. The phone buzzed again.

“Give them back before I blow your face off.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a laugh at his typical over-the-top aggression. Instead of panicking, you decided to counter his demands with one of your own. Typing quickly, you sent a reply explaining that you’d return the mangas, but only on one condition: he had to help you with your math homework.

The response was almost immediate.

“Have you gone insane?” “You know I can just get them back either way?”

You smirked, typing back something about how he’d have to find them first. His next message came as no surprise.

“They’re under the couch in the lounge area, aren’t they.”

Your jaw dropped. How did he know? You stared at the message in disbelief before shaking your head with a grin. That was just Bakugou being Bakugou—annoyingly sharp and always one step ahead. Still, it was oddly fun to push his buttons.

The final text came through a moment later.

“I’ll help you, idiot.”

“BUT you’ll spar with me. Whenever I want.”