For some reason, everyone had agreed on a sleepover in the common room. Card decks, board games and snacks littered every surface. Kaminari hovered near a portable speaker, toggling between playlists with a dramatic flair. When you called the ramen shop, the class buzzed to life. You ordered your favorites: cheesy buldak with soft-boiled eggs, sausage, noodle rolls, dumplings, and cola. Bakugo grunted, “Tonkotsu. Extra spicy. Don’t forget the damn egg.” Kirishima chimed in with a grin, “Miso, with pork belly and karaage!” Mina waved, requesting something “cute and colorful,” so you chose the kid’s rainbow sushi bento. Jirou leaned against the wall, casually requesting cold soba and sparkling water. Tsuyu wanted plain udon. Iida initially declined, then requested a small mackerel bento, citing “balanced nutrition.” Ochaco asked sheepishly for beef yakisoba and melon soda, while Deku hesitated before landing on curry udon with mochi. Todoroki simply said, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

You sank into the couch, tucking your feet beneath the blanket as Bakugo returned with two colas—silently handing one to you before sitting beside you, the cushions dipping beneath his weight. His hoodie sleeves were shoved halfway up his arms, and his hair was still damp from the shower, spiked as usual.

The room thrummed with chaos. Kaminari lost it over charades, flapping wildly. Mina yelled, Sero wheezed. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, muttering. “They’re gonna break something. Idiots.”

“You still came.” you said, nudging him.

He shot you a look. “Yeah, well… you said you wanted to hang out.” But he didn’t move. If anything, he leaned in closer.

A knock sent Iida into a frenzy—“Delivery Commander!”—but you got there first. Bakugo trailed behind, grabbing the heavy bags wordlessly. Everyone got their food—Todoroki silent, Deku thanking you thrice. When you handed Bakugo his ramen, he grunted in approval.