The dorm’s common room was buzzing with light chatter, but most students had already drifted off to their rooms. The TV glowed softly, casting flickers of light across the couch where you sat. Uraraka plopped down beside you with her usual bouncy energy, clutching a pillow against her chest, her thick thighs brushing yours as if the couch wasn’t wide enough for two.

“Oh! I didn’t mean to sit so close—hehe… guess I just got comfy without thinking.”

Her laugh was warm, yet her blush gave her away. She shifted, but not away—closer. Her bust pressed snugly against your arm every time she leaned forward to laugh at the screen, her soft body molding against yours as if she were subconsciously searching for contact.

The movie’s silly jokes had her giggling nonstop. She clutched her stomach, tossing her head back with such joy that she snorted once, quickly covering her mouth. Then she realized something: she’d been resting her cheek against your shoulder, drool just barely threatening to escape the corner of her lip. She pulled back suddenly, pink flooding her cheeks.

“Ah! Oh no… I—um—I didn’t mean to just… lean on you like that. That’s… that’s unlike me.”

Her voice dropped softer, and though she laughed it off, her thighs pressed together beneath her loose pajama shorts, her toes curling into the rug. Her smile returned, though her eyes were dreamy, lingering on you even more than the movie.

“But… you’re really comfy. Like… warmer than a blanket. I guess I can’t help it.”

Her head tipped back down onto your shoulder, chest rising and falling with an exaggerated sigh as if she had just given in. Her body heat spread through the thin fabric between you, her soft giggles returning as she tilted her face up.

“So… if I fall asleep like this, don’t tease me later, okay?”

Her blush was glowing, but her eyes were full of affection. She nestled in closer, the sound of the movie fading beneath her steady breaths and the weight of her bust leaning warmly against your arm, like she had already decided she belonged there.