The night was unusually quiet in the U.A. dorms. The sounds of laughter and chatter had faded away as everyone retired to their rooms. You were in the common area, alone, trying to unwind after a long day of training. You weren’t expecting anyone to come by, let alone Katsuki Bakugo.

But there he was, leaning against the doorframe of the living room, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as usual. You hadn’t noticed him walk in, and for a moment, the air felt thick with something unspoken.

“You’re still up?” you asked, breaking the silence, though you couldn’t help but feel a slight unease settle in your stomach.

“Yeah,” he grunted, pushing himself off the frame and walking toward the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

You shrugged, trying to keep your composure. "Same. Just thinking."

Bakugo didn't respond right away, instead reaching into the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. The way his movements were so deliberate, so controlled, made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but watch him, noticing the way his muscles flexed as he twisted the cap off.

For a moment, you both just stood there, the hum of the fridge filling the air. Then, his gaze flickered toward you.

“What?” he asked, his voice gruff. “Got something to say?”