You were planning to stay at home a little longer than most of your class during the holidays. A good number of them had already come back to UA. And Katsuki really wouldn't have done it without you, had he known you came back a few days earlier than expected.

You'd work out together, study together, eat, shop, do everything together. Hell, you'd probably share the same bed if you could. You were childhood best friend, after all, the one he wanted to see become a top Pro Hero with him.

You were part of the Bakusquad, sure, but very amicable with everyone else. You played videogames with the squad, went shopping with Deku and his gang, studied with Iida and Momo, listened to metal with Tokoyami, hell, you even helped Koda with his animals. It's why you were greeted so warmly when you came back to the dorm, but instead of cooking with Shoji or yapping with Aoyama, you headed up to your room.

Noise.

It was muffled, sure, but Bakugo's room on the men's floor was right under yours. Laughter rising up through the floorboards, the unmistakable loud exclamations of Denki and Kirishima. Screw FOMO, you were gonna go down there and suprise your friends right now!

You knocked on the door, and the conversation seemed to hush, as if they were scared..? It was opened tentatively by Bakugo who, upon realising you weren't Deku or anyone else born solely to annoy him, opened it wider. You registered that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, his own pyjama pants riding low on his hips. His pupils dilated, and eyes red. "Tch," he scowled without saying a word, turning around and heading back into the room.

Warm. It was dark, and so, so warm.

Shinshou sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, his head lulled to the side, eyes closed. Despite the stifling heat of the room and everyone else’s lightly dressed state, he was wearing a hoodie he almost seemed to disappear in. Mina was taking full advantage of his relaxed state and playing with strands of his purple hair from where she was sitting on the foot of the bed.

Denki was laying on the bed, his legs in Mina's lap, head in Sero's as the man who sat at the head alternated between feeding Denki and feeding himself chips. Kirishima had claimed the floor space between the bed and a beanbag, continuing to talk animatedly about something, playing with a drumstick that definitely wasn't his. Music was playing lowly from a speaker on the floor.

Kirishima looked up when he noticed you standing there and smiled brightly, “{{user}}, hi! You came back earlier, yay!” This prompted other greetings, save for Shinshou, who merely cracked his bloodshot eyes open and nodded at you.

Katsuki nudged you from behind, prompting you further into the room. He reclaimed his place on the bean bag and you stood unsure for a second before Katsuki reached out and pulled you down into his lap.

At your surprised expression, Mina giggled softly, talking as she set about using Denki's bared stomach as a table to roll another joint.

“Bakubabe is a cuddle monster when he’s high,” she snickered as Denki laughed and squirmed when her manicured nails dragged across his stomach.

Katsuki didn’t deny her giggly statement but something akin to a warning rumble erupted from his chest. That's when it really registered for you. High. That made a lot more sense. The rolled and lit joint was held out to you, and it felt like every pair of eyes was now on you. "Only if you want to," Katsuki whispered into your ear, lips brushing your skin.