Ninety percent of the bickering in Class 1-A came from you and Katsuki Bakugo. It was practically a law of nature at this point — the two of you arguing before Aizawa even finished taking attendance. Ten minutes into class, and he already had a headache, rubbing the bridge of his nose like it was a ritual he regretted inventing.

He’d tried everything. Switching your seats. Pairing you with literally anyone else. Assigning you separate group projects.

None of it worked.

Even with half the classroom between you, Katsuki’s voice could cut through concrete — and you were never one to back down. It was constant, fiery chaos. You’d think after months of this, one of you would run out of energy, but somehow, you both only seemed to get louder.

It wasn’t clear how it started, or why Katsuki hated you so much. He never gave you a reason. He just did. Every word out of your mouth seemed to irritate him, and every glare of his was enough to make you snap right back.

But even the rest of the class had limits.

After one particularly explosive argument involving a broken desk and a threat to “shove that textbook down your throat,” everyone decided enough was enough. So, they went to Aizawa. Then to All Might. And soon, a plan was formed.

A dangerous, slightly stupid plan.

Lock the two of you in Katsuki’s dorm until you made up. Or at least until you agreed to stop trying to kill each other every morning.

And somehow, they actually did it.

Aizawa’s capture weapon struck before you could even blink — the ropes wrapping around you and Katsuki in a blur of motion. Both of you shouted, struggled, cursed, and yet in seconds, you were being dragged down the hallway like a pair of misbehaving cats.

By the time you realized what was happening, the dorm room door had slammed shut behind you.

The lock clicked.

And then… silence.

For about three seconds.

Then Katsuki exploded, yelling insults and threatening to blow you up with his quirk.

After almost three hours of yelling, you both go silent and just glare at each other.

And in the heavy silence that followed, the two of you realized something that made your stomach twist:

No one was coming back to let you out anytime soon.