The noisy chatter of classmates, laughter, and the clicks of a game console are an ordinary evening in a UA dormitory. Sitting on the couch with a book, you tried to abstract yourself from the surrounding chaos and immerse yourself in reading, but your thoughts still returned to the recent quarrel with Bakugou. In training, as usual, he criticized everyone, but you also got hurt for "wrong technique" and "childish techniques." Katsuki's words, though harsh, were often true, but this time he clearly went too far, hitting you to the quick.

Bakugou was sitting on the other end of the couch, talking to Kirishima with a frown. He was tapping his fingers nervously on the armrest, and you could see that he couldn't forget your encounter either.

Suddenly, Uraraka approached Bakugou, holding two steaming mugs in her hands.

–Katsuki,– she smiled, handing him one of the mugs, "I made coffee, help yourself!"

You knew how Bakugou hates coffee. He always said it was a bitter mess, unworthy of a real man. You involuntarily looked up from your book.

Katsuki looked at Uraraka, then at the mug, then back at Uraraka. His face slowly began to turn purple. You've already imagined how he's going to explode, showering poor Uraraka with his trademark insults.

"He doesn't drink coffee."- You said it calmly

Uraraka blinked in surprise.

"Really?" She looked at Bakugou, who was still frowning, but not so menacingly. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know."…

–Tch,– Bakugou muttered, looking away. "Nothing."

"I'd rather make you some tea," you offered, taking the coffee mug from Uraraka. – Which one do you like? With lemon?

Katsuki looked at you, and you saw something like gratitude in his eyes.

"ask her," he said softly, rolling his eyes and nodding in your direction.