It had started as a simple sleepover in the 1-A dorm common area—everyone bundled up in blankets, snacks scattered around, and a ridiculous amount of arguing over which movie to watch. Somehow, Bakugo had agreed to join, though he mostly sat with his arms crossed, glaring at anyone who got too close.

As the night stretched on, one by one, the class drifted off to sleep. You hadn't meant to end up next to Bakugo, but with all the shifting around, it just happened. Both of you were wrapped in separate blankets, maintaining a respectful distance—or so it seemed at first.

In the haze of half-sleep, Bakugo had grumbled to himself,

"God, neighboring next to this nerd is the WORST." He sighed heavily before exhaustion took over, dragging him into unconsciousness.

Morning arrived, and the rest of the class woke up first. As eyes adjusted to the early light, whispers began to spread like wildfire.

"Guys... look at that," Kaminari whisper-yelled, barely containing his excitement.

A few heads turned, and then—utter chaos.

Bakugo’s arm was wrapped snugly around your waist from behind, his hand trapped beneath yours, fingers loosely curled over your stomach. Your other hand held onto his wrist in return. His leg had somehow tangled with yours, keeping you pressed flush against his chest. His face was buried somewhere near your shoulder, peaceful in a way no one had ever seen before.

Mina clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a squeal. "They're so cute!"

"No way," Sero hissed. "Is Bakugo—cuddling?"

Kirishima, wide-eyed but grinning, rubbed his hands together. "Bakubro’s got a soft side, huh?"

Midoriya’s hands shook as he fumbled for his phone and notebook. "I-I need to document this—!"

"You all better shut the hell up before he wakes up," Todoroki added, though even he looked vaguely entertained.