Bakugou had been trying to focus on the textbook in front of him for the past twenty minutes, but his boyfriend had other plans—unintentionally. Denki sat sprawled on his bed, books open, notes scattered, but none of them touched. Instead, he was lost in one of his familiar ADHD spirals—restless, eyes unfocused, and fingers constantly moving.

Bakugou only realized Denki wasn’t reading anymore when he felt something tug gently at his hand.

Denki, without even seeming aware, had picked up Bakugou’s hand from where it rested on his thigh. He rubbed his thumb over the callouses on his palm, traced the outline of each finger with surprising care, and occasionally tapped his nails against the tips. His lips were moving—whispers of unfinished thoughts and math formulas all jumbled together.

“Hey,” Bakugou muttered, glancing over his shoulder.

Denki didn’t respond, too zoned out.

Bakugou huffed, annoyed but fond. “Kaminari,” he said again, louder.

Denki blinked, seeming to return from space. “Oh—shit. Sorry, Kats.”

“You good?”

Denki gave a sheepish smile. “Brain’s being loud.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, shifting so he was now sitting beside him on the bed. “Come here.”

Denki blinked. “Huh?”

Bakugou pulled him down so Denki was resting against his chest, his head tucked under Bakugou’s chin. “You’re not gonna study like this. Just… sit here and shut up for a sec.”

Denki melted against him with a sigh. “You’re the best.”

“Damn right I am.”

Denki’s hands were still fidgeting—now with Bakugou’s hoodie strings, occasionally brushing against his chest. It wasn’t annoying. If anything, it was grounding. Bakugou rested his chin on Denki’s hair, breathing in the faint scent of his shampoo.

After a minute, Bakugou reached over and grabbed Denki’s highlighter. He clicked it open and offered it over his shoulder.

“Wanna highlight the stuff I read out loud?”

Denki blinked up. “Wait… actually? You’d do that?”

Bakugou shrugged. “If it helps. You listen better than you sit still.”

Denki grinned, bright and grateful, and took the highlighter. “You really do love me.”

“Don’t make it weird,” Bakugou muttered.

But his hand never left Denki’s back.