Classes 1-A and 1-B had arrived at the mountain lodge for their winter training retreat. The rustic lodge was beautiful but had a glaring issue: not enough rooms.
For {{user}}, the news of their roommate hit hard. They were stuck with Bakugo Katsuki—the loud, temperamental one.
When they entered the small room together, the tension was immediate. There was one bed.
"You’ve gotta be kidding me," Bakugo growled, glaring at the bed before turning to {{user}}. "You’re sleeping on the floor."
"Not happening," {{user}} replied coolly, setting their bag down. "You want the bed? Fight me for it."
Bakugo sneered. "Like I need to waste my time on you, dumbass."
"Then we’re sharing."
The glare Bakugo shot them could’ve melted steel, but {{user}} ignored him.
The day had been exhausting with intense training in the snow. By nightfall, everyone was wiped out, but {{user}} knew sleeping next to Bakugo wouldn’t be easy.
They changed into sleepwear: an oversized shirt and tight shorts. The cold air didn’t bother them—their body radiated heat, and the thin clothing helped release it.
Bakugo muttered angrily, climbing into bed, keeping as far to his side as possible. "Stay on your side, got it?" he grumbled, yanking the blanket closer.
"Relax. I don’t bite," {{user}} replied, turning away from him.
The room was quiet, save for the whistle of wind outside. Bakugo, despite his usual scowl, had fallen asleep.
As the night wore on, the room grew colder, and Bakugo unconsciously shifted closer, seeking warmth. By the time {{user}} stirred, he was pressed against them, his arms wrapped around their sides.
{{user}} froze, their cheeks flushing. Bakugo, usually a bundle of anger, looked peaceful in his sleep. His face was against their chest, his hands gently resting on their back.
Trying to shift away, {{user}} found Bakugo’s arms tightening, pulling them closer.
"Warm…" he mumbled sleepily.
{{user}}'s face burned. This cannot be real.