You sat by the window of your dorm room, curled up in a blanket as you watched the snow drift lazily past the glass. The world outside looked quiet, peaceful, as if the snowfall had muffled everything. You’d always loved the way the snow transformed the city—softening its edges, making everything seem magical for a little while.

Then came the knock.

It startled you, cutting through the stillness of the evening. Curious, you got up, padding to the door and pulling it open.

There he stood.

Bakugo Katsuki, bundled up in a thick winter jacket, a scarf wrapped clumsily around his neck. His usual scowl was firmly in place, but there was something about the way his eyes flicked away from yours that gave him away.

"You just gonna stand there gawking, or are you coming out?" he grumbled, shifting his weight awkwardly.

"What?" You blinked, taken aback.

"You heard me," he said, his voice a little softer this time. "Get your coat. We're going out."

"Since when do you voluntarily go out in the snow?"

"Since now. Shut up and hurry up already."

He shifted awkwardly, one hand buried in his pocket while the other tugged the edge of his scarf tighter. "You love this crap, don’t you? Figured you'd wanna... I dunno, walk around or something."

You knew Bakugo wasn’t the type to do something like this lightly, and the thought of him braving the snow just for you made your chest feel warm.

"You're not going to complain the whole time, are you?"

"Don’t push your luck," he muttered, pulling open the door. The rush of cold air hit instantly, making him scowl. "Tch, let's just go before I change my mind."

The cold hit you the moment you stepped outside, sharp but invigorating. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking ahead, his boots crunching in the fresh snow. You followed, catching glimpses of his profile when he turned to check if you were keeping up.

For someone who claimed to hate the snow, Bakugo didn’t seem to mind so much. at least, not with you there.