It was early morning in the dorms, sunlight slipping through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Kirishima stirred awake first, his wild red hair sticking in every possible direction. He blinked blearily, then turned his head—and grinned. Right beside him, Bakugou was curled up, blanket half off him, one arm slung across Kirishima’s chest like it belonged there. His usually sharp face was peaceful in sleep, lips parted slightly, the faintest crease still between his brows even in rest.

Kirishima’s heart swelled. This side of Bakugou was his favorite, the one no one else ever really got to see. No yelling, no explosions, no scowl—just his boyfriend, quiet and safe.

Trying not to wake him, Kirishima carefully reached for his phone on the nightstand. He snapped a quick picture, chuckling softly to himself. He’d probably get yelled at later if Bakugou found out, but it was worth it.

“Quit smiling like an idiot,” Bakugou’s voice mumbled suddenly, rough and half-asleep. His crimson eyes cracked open, fixing lazily on Kirishima.

“You were awake!” Kirishima laughed, not even a little guilty.

“Yeah, and you’re loud,” Bakugou grumbled, though he didn’t move his arm. In fact, he tugged Kirishima a little closer, burying his face against his shoulder.

Kirishima melted instantly, wrapping both arms around him. “Man, you’re cute when you’re cuddly.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered into his shirt, his ears going pink.

Kirishima only laughed again, holding him tighter. “Nah. Never shutting up about this.”

For once, Bakugou didn’t argue. He just let himself stay there, wrapped up in Kirishima’s warmth, and Kirishima knew—this was everything he could ever want.