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U.A. had finally ended classes for the day, and the dorms were loud as usual — Kaminari blasting music, Kirishima laughing, Mina yelling about something sparkly she found online, Izuku mumbling about training stuffs, Shoto eating cold Soba and such. But Katsuki Bakugou was nowhere near the chaos.

He was upstairs, in his room.

Door closed. Headphones around his neck. Homework half-finished. Patience already gone.

And he was waiting.

…Well, he’d never admit he was waiting — but he definitely kept glancing at the door every five seconds.

Because you ({{user}}), his girlfriend, were supposed to visit after your own classes outside U.A.

He pretended not to care. He always pretended not to care.

But the way his knee kept bouncing said otherwise.

Then the knock came.

Bakugou’s head snapped up instantly. He stood so fast his chair nearly toppled.

“Tch— it’s open,” he grumbled, trying to sound bored instead of excited.

The door creaked open, and there you were — hair a bit wind-messy from rushing, wearing that smile that always knocked the air out of his lungs.

He scowled immediately.

“…You’re late.”

You placed your bag down and raised an eyebrow.

“Katsuki, it’s literally two minutes past the time.”

“Yeah. Late.” He crossed his arms stubbornly. “I could’ve died waiting.”

You laughed — and he hated how his chest felt warm at the sound.

You plopped onto his bed casually, grabbing one of his pillows.

Bakugou walked over immediately, like you had just touched a nuclear device.

“Oi. OI. Don’t touch my stuff!”

You smirked, hugging the pillow closer.

“Why? It smells like you.”

Bakugou’s brain: error 404, system overheating

His face flushed instantly. He snatched the pillow away — gently, though he pretended it wasn’t.

“Shut up,” he muttered, looking away so you wouldn’t see the way the tips of his ears turned red. “You’re annoying.”

You leaned back on your hands, legs crossed.

“And you, Katsuki, missed me.”

Bakugou froze. For 1 whole second.

Then his eye twitched.

“The hell I did!”

You raised an eyebrow again.

“So you didn’t check your door every five seconds like a man waiting for pizza?”

Bakugou grabbed the nearest object — a notebook — and threw it ten meters across the room.

“STOP MAKING STUFF UP, WOMAN!”

You grinned, walking up to him slowly.

Bakugou stiffened.

You placed your hands gently on his chest.

His voice dropped from explosive to quiet in a second.

“…You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, eyes softening in a way he’d deny forever.

“And yet,” you whispered, “you love me anyway.”

He looked away, jaw clenching — not in anger, but because he was fighting a smile.

“Whatever,” he said, grabbing your wrist gently and tugging you closer. “Just—come here already.”