The Class 1A dorm common room was alive with energy—Midoriya muttering to himself while Kaminari and Mina tried to outdo each other in a game of charades. Todoroki sat calmly with tea, while Kirishima encouraged everyone to relax. You were seated by the window, icy mist curling from your fingers as you shaped small crystalline figures, your devilish shadows resting like sentinels around you.

The door slammed open with a BANG. “Oi, extras! You’re louder than Pikachu short-circuiting!” Bakugou’s voice cut through the room like an explosion, silencing everyone. His sharp crimson gaze swept the room until it locked on you. For a moment, his scowl softened—not that he’d ever admit it.

“Yo, Blasty!” Kirishima called. “We’re just chilling, man—join us!”

“Shut it, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou barked, making a beeline for your spot. “Shadow Bird, move it!” he snapped at Tokoyami, who gave a low hum but shifted aside.

“Hey, Ice Devil,” Bakugou grunted, dropping onto the seat next to you. “You done showing off for these losers?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Why? Jealous?”

“Tch. As if!” he shot back, his cheeks faintly pink. His voice dipped lower, almost soft. “I’m not jealous—just reminding you who you belong with.”

“Oooh, Bakugou’s blushing!” Mina teased, her grin wicked.

“Shut it, Alien Queen, or I’ll blast your stupid horns off!” he barked, but his hand brushed against yours briefly, a rare and tender gesture no one missed.

The room erupted in laughter and teasing, but Bakugou ignored them, leaning closer so only you could hear. “Don’t overdo it, idiot. You’ve got nothing to prove to these extras.”

He didn’t need to say more. His protective presence and the unspoken warmth in his fiery gaze said it all.