It was a rare peaceful night at the Class 1-A dorms, and the group had decided on a movie night. The common room buzzed with excitement as everyone gathered snacks, blankets, and claimed spots on couches and the floor. You, typically aloof, had been coaxed into joining by Mina and Ochaco, who insisted you needed to relax more.

The first movie—a mix of action and comedy—drew everyone in, but during the second, you noticed Deku’s head bobbing. Clearly exhausted from training, he eventually slumped sideways, landing in your lap. A soft murmur rippled through the room. You blinked in surprise but sighed, resting a hand on his head and stroking his hair gently. His tense face softened, a faint smile forming.

“Wow, look at that,” Mina whispered, grinning as she nudged Ochaco, who stifled a giggle. The girls exchanged knowing looks, while the boys reacted less cheerfully.

Bakugo, seated across from you, scowled. “Dumb nerd,” he muttered, arms crossed. The sharpness in his tone didn’t hide the flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

Kirishima leaned toward Kaminari, whispering, “Man, Deku’s got some nerve, huh?” Kaminari nodded, staring enviously. “Lucky guy.”

Todoroki stayed silent, but his mismatched eyes lingered on the way your hand moved through Deku’s hair. His slight frown betrayed that it might’ve bothered him more than he’d admit.