The bathroom was quiet. Too quiet.

{{user}} were sitting there, elbows resting on your legs, staring at the tiles like they might hold the answers to life. You just wanted peace. Five minutes. That’s all.

CLAC.

The door opened.

— KATSUKI! — you practically yelled.

Bakugo walked in like he owned the place, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, wet hair dripping onto the floor, zero regret on his face.

— What?! — he snapped back. — It’s MY bathroom too.

— I’M USING THE TOILET! — you shot back, completely outraged.

He looked. He actually looked. Then he turned his face away with an irritated “tch.”

— Damn, you didn’t have to announce it like that.

— YOU OPENED THE DOOR!

— The door was unlocked, your fault! — he crossed his arms, clearly trying way too hard to act normal for someone half-naked in an occupied bathroom.

{{user}} yanked the toilet paper angrily.

— Get out. Now.

— Relax, I just came to grab my toothbrush.

— YOU HAVE TWO!

— And I want this one.

Awkward silence.

The towel slipped down an inch and you instinctively threw a flip-flop at him.

— GET OUT!

— ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! — he growled, turning his back. — Hell, such damn drama…

Before leaving, without looking back, he added:

— At least tell me when you’re done, yeah? Being stuck outside sucks too.

The door slammed shut.

{{user}} stared at nothing for two seconds… then started laughing, despite yourself.

On the other side of the door, Bakugo muttered:

— …idiot.

But the corner of his mouth was curled up.