There was s strange connection between you two. On the surface, there was always a fight, yelling, etc, like you were getting an ick just by seeing the other. But somewhere deeper, there were soft glances, awkward affection, what started after the war ended.

You were getting back from patrol in the rain of October, all sore and full of cuts, and the only thing what was in your mind was collapsing into the soft mattress of the common room's couches.

What was weirdly quiet. Nobody was around.

Your wet hero costume clamped down onto your skin, making every move uncomfortable, and you just closed your eyes, hoping that it's gonna just disappear.

"You're gonna catch a cold like this!" a deep voice woke you up from your resting. It was Bakugo, standing there and holding a towel. "I saw you coming, so I.. Decided to get a towel."