The Class 1-A dorm was quiet, everyone fast asleep—except you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t drift off.

“Quit tossing around,” came a sharp whisper.

You turned to see Bakugo glaring at you from his spot. “What’s it to you?”

“You’re annoying,” he grumbled, sitting up. “What’s your problem?”

“Can’t sleep,” you muttered, turning away.

A few minutes passed, and you thought he’d dropped it until he spoke again. “Move over.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, his face shadowed in the moonlight. “Move over before I change my damn mind.”

Hesitant, you shifted slightly, and to your shock, Bakugo slid into the space beside you, wrapping an arm around you like it was nothing.

“Bakugo, what the—”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “You’re keeping me up, so this is the solution. Don’t read into it.”

His warmth and steady breathing started to lull you, and you relaxed despite yourself.

“This is so weird,” you whispered.

“Yeah, and it’s about to get worse if you don’t sleep,” he snapped.

Finally, with him by your side, sleep came easily.