Snow fell steadily outside as Class 1-A laughed and shouted in the courtyard, enjoying their snowball fight. But their antics came to a halt when Kaminari pointed to a dorm window.

“Uh… is that Bakugo and {{user}}?” he asked, squinting.

The class turned to look. Through the frosted glass, they could see Bakugo leaning over {{user}}, pinning them to the bed. His face was close to theirs, and the tension was palpable even from the snowy grounds.

“Is he about to kiss them?” Mina whispered, her voice high-pitched.

“No way!” Kirishima gawked. “That’s so… un-Bakugo!”

Inside the room, {{user}} stared wide-eyed as Bakugo’s fiery gaze bore into them. His hand gripped their collar, though it wasn’t harsh.

“Why do you keep shutting me out?” he demanded. “You act like you don’t need anyone, but I know you’re lying.”

“Katsuki…” {{user}} whispered, their voice trembling.

“Enough excuses.” His voice softened but still carried an edge of frustration as he leaned closer.

Before {{user}} could react, his lips pressed against theirs. It wasn’t gentle—it was desperate, raw, and full of emotion he couldn’t express any other way. {{user}} froze for a moment before closing their eyes, letting the intensity of the moment wash over them.

Outside, Mina gasped. “He kissed them!”

“WHAT?!” Midoriya yelped, flailing in the snow.