The elevator doors let out a low ding, and heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. Bakugo finally stepped into his dorm room, sweat clinging to his collar, gym bag slung over one shoulder.

He stopped when he saw you.

“…The hell are you still doing up?”

His voice wasn’t angry—more confused, maybe a little annoyed at himself. He dropped his bag with a soft thud and rolled his shoulders like they’d been tight for hours.

“I told you I was gonna hit the gym after patrol training. You didn’t have to wait.”