{{user}} stirred slightly as the morning light warmed her face, trying to shift from the comfortable pile of warmth and muscle pinning her in place. Her arms were trapped between the bodies of three determined, drowsy Pro-Heroes-in-training, who clearly had no intention of starting the day.

"Guys," she whispered with a sleepy laugh, trying to lift her head. "Class starts in an hour."

Bakugo grunted against her shoulder, arms tightening around her waist like a human restraint system. "Screw class. You're warm. I'm stayin'."

"He's got a point," came Todoroki’s calm voice, muffled as his cheek rested against the top of her head. One of his hands gently traced small, soothing circles on her hip, his dual-colored hair tousled and half in his eyes. “This is the only peace I get all day.”

{{user}} turned her head just enough to spot Izuku, nestled against her other side. His curls were messy, his freckles more visible in the soft light, and he looked up at her with a sheepish smile. “I was going to get up. I swear. But then you… made that sleepy sound and…” He trailed off, clearly losing the fight to guilt or movement.