Rain hammered against the windows of the U.A. dorms as the front door slammed shut.
The mission had gone to hell hours ago.
Villains. Collapsed streets. A chase through half the city in freezing rain.
By the time Katsuki Bakugo and {{user}} finally made it back, both of them looked exhausted.
Soaked clothes clung uncomfortably to skin. Bruises darkened exposed arms. Water dripped onto the dorm floor.
Bakugo clicked his tongue sharply, already irritated.
“Tch. What a damn night.”
His eyes flicked toward {{user}} automatically.
Noticed the shiver immediately.
The way their wet hoodie stuck to them. The exhaustion written all over their face.
His jaw tightened slightly.
Without a word, Bakugo stalked into his room and yanked open one of his drawers before tossing a black hoodie toward them.
“Change before you get sick.”
The hoodie smelled faintly like smoke, detergent, and Bakugo himself.
He looked away almost instantly after handing it over, pretending to focus on peeling off his gauntlets instead.
“Bathroom’s free.”
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened again.
Bakugo glanced up absentmindedly—
And immediately froze.
The hoodie swallowed {{user}} completely. Sleeves hanging past their hands. Collar slipping slightly off one shoulder. The dark fabric made the lingering rainwater in their hair look even messier somehow.
Bakugo’s brain stopped functioning for a solid second.
Because somehow— for some unfair reason— they looked better in his clothes than he did.
His stomach twisted annoyingly.
Heat crawled up the back of his neck.
He looked away instantly.
Too late.
The quiet amusement on {{user}}’s face told him they’d noticed.
“Tch.”
Bakugo dragged a towel over his damp hair harder than necessary, glaring toward the floor while sparks flickered faintly from his palms.
The room suddenly felt way too small.
Especially with {{user}} standing there wearing his hoodie like they belonged in it.
His hoodie. His room. His scent all over them.
Dangerous thoughts.
Bakugo scrubbed a hand down his face roughly.
“Quit looking at me like that.”
Another soft laugh from {{user}} made his expression tighten further.
Then came the real problem.
A knock sounded against the half-open dorm door before it swung wider.
Eijiro Kirishima stepped inside mid-sentence.
“Yo Bakugo, Kaminari was wondering if you guys made it ba—”
He stopped instantly.
Silence.
Kirishima’s eyes moved slowly between:
Bakugo sitting visibly red-faced on the edge of the bed
{{user}} wearing Bakugo’s hoodie
the unmistakably intimate atmosphere filling the room
Then a massive grin spread across his face.
“…OH.”
Bakugo pointed at the door immediately.
“Get out.”
“You gave them your clothes?!”
“GET OUT.”