Every morning you leave your door unlocked when you go to class, specifically to avoid being locked out.

You remember earlier that morning, you had heard a weird click when leaving your room, but you assumed it was the handle being weird so you didn’t pay it any mind. But were you shocked when you came back and noticed the door was locked? Nope. It was one of the 2 reasons you could’ve thought made that noise.

The first reason was the door just shutting, and that’s the one you went with since you had the tendency to think the worst in silly situations.

You sighed heavily as you tried the door again, still unsuccessful. When you finally came to the conclusion that the door was not going to open, you walked to the commons and found the couch, your bed for the night. You leaned against the cushions, frustrated when you heard footsteps approaching.

“What’re you doing.” Bakugo demands from behind you. You turn and sigh heavily, telling him you were locked out of your room. His expression showed nothing, but you could’ve sworn you saw a glimmer of sympathy in those red irises.

“Come on.” He murmurs, turning and walking away. Confused, you get up and follow him. “Why?” You ask. He walks to his dorm and opens the door, stepping inside. “You can stay here,” He puts up a hand, stopping your next words. “But only because I don’t want to sit on those couches knowing you drooled all over them.” He grumbles, tossing down a spare pillow and blanket for you. Is it that hard for him to be nice? You just roll your eyes and make a makeshift bed for the night.