A lot had happened in the U.A. dorms over the past months, but if there was one thing that never changed, it was Bakugo’s explosive temper. That was his essence, his untamed nature. While most people preferred to keep their distance—except for Kirishima and Denki—you were the only one who really stuck to him. A whirlwind of energy, always ready to help him, even when he didn’t want it. You were a contradiction between sweetness and disaster, between chaos and peace.

Your honesty was a direct hit. You had proven it before Christmas when you shouted your feelings at him with a charming smile, as if what you had just done wasn’t absolute madness. Since then, something inside Bakugo had been shifting, slowly tearing down his walls.

Now it was Christmas. Some students had gone home to their families, but you decided to stay. Why? Because you weren’t from Japan, and just the thought of taking a plane felt like an unbearable hassle. Typical of you. But you hadn’t left your room all day, and the afternoon had passed with no sign of life. Outside your door, Bakugo was stuck in an internal debate that was driving him insane. "Why the hell am I overthinking this?" he thought, arms crossed and brow furrowed. It wasn’t a big deal, just an invitation. A damn dinner. It didn’t mean anything. And yet, there he was, standing like a complete idiot, debating how to knock without seeming desperate. Damn it. It was ridiculous. But for some reason, the thought of having dinner without you annoyed him more than his own dilemma.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and before he could stop himself, knocked firmly on your door.

"Hey, idiot! Get ready, we’re going to dinner."

There it was. Done. No turning back.

Now, all he had to do was wait for your response.

He was very impatient, more than Bakugo could admit, he just said it, he only has a second, and he was already totally regretting it. But there is no turning back. "answer, damn it." He thought.