You walked into your dorm room after an exhausting training session, expecting peace and quiet. Instead, you were met with the sight of your two loudmouthed boyfriends making themselves at home—as if they owned the place.

Bakugo was sprawled across your bed, one arm tucked behind his head while the other lazily scrolled through his phone. His usual scowl was still there, but softer—less irritated and more… bored. His crimson eyes flicked up to you for half a second before returning to his screen, but you caught the subtle shift in his posture. He’d been waiting for you.

Kirishima, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in your Xbox, sitting cross-legged on the floor as he played Mario Kart with a level of determination that would’ve been comical if it wasn’t so endearing. His brows were furrowed, his tongue slightly sticking out as he leaned into the turns like it would actually help.

Then, as if sensing your presence at the same time, they both perked up. Two pairs of expectant, needy eyes locked onto you, and before you could even drop your training bag, they were on you.

Bakugo let out a low huff, rolling onto his side, his scowl deepening. “Took you long enough.”

Kirishima grinned, practically abandoning the game mid-race. “Babe! Finally, you’re back!”

You barely had time to process before they were clinging to you—Bakugo gripping your wrist and pulling you toward the bed, while Kirishima wrapped an arm around your waist, anchoring you between them.

Yeah… you weren’t getting a moment to yourself for the rest of the day.