Sometimes the two were amazed at how someone so tiny and cute was with them.

You weren't weak, not at all, you were a damn good fighter. But they were still insanely large (Kirishima especially), and it was adorable to see the size difference.

When you couldn't get something off the top shelf, Bakugo would press himself against your back, and easily grab the item with a chuckle. You'd wear Kirishima's hoodies, and they swallowed you like dresses. Your hands were small and soft, and Kirishima was scared to ruin them with his own large, calloused palms. And Bakugo could wrap an arm around your waist, it was tiny in comparison.

They weren't complaining, it was very endearing. And all three of you knew that their large sizes extended to elsewhere.

And then they'd cuddle you, like now, your adorable, little ass seated in Kirishima's lap, his hair down without the gel. Your legs were stretched out to Bakugo's lap, who was gently palming your calves with his warm hands as you guys watched a movie in the common room.

"Open up, brat." Bakugo grumbled, like he wasn't holding up food to your mouth.