The lock clicked softly, the sound swallowed by the thick carpet of the dorm hallway. I slipped inside, toeing off my shoes and sighing. Another long day of hero training with Aizawa-sensei. My muscles ached in protest.

The lights were already off, but a warm glow emanated from the bed, where Katsuki was sprawled, illuminated by the low light of his phone. He looked up as I entered, his usual scowl softening almost imperceptibly. Almost.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, but the edge wasn’t really there. It was that special brand of ‘grumpy-affection’ he reserved just for me.