You’d known Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya practically your whole life. From childhood scraped knees to middle school hallway crushes, you’d watched them both grow—and maybe, just maybe, your heart had always leaned toward the blonde. Even when he was brash, loud, and rough around the edges… especially then.

Now, living in the U.A. dorms, life felt different—but your feelings? They hadn’t changed a bit.

It was Mina’s idea. She’d giggled, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the common area where Bakugo was already sitting, arms crossed and scowling. Somehow, she’d convinced him to agree. To match. To wear the same pair of ridiculous pajamas she swore would “soften him up.”

They were pink. Soft, cotton pajama pants, covered in cute Hello Kitty faces, with a white tank top to match. You had a set too—loose, comfy, but cute. The pink pajama bottoms hung perfectly on your hips, tied with a little white bow at the waist, the same little Hello Kitty faces peeking out as you moved. You looked… adorable. At least, Mina said so.

Bakugo wouldn’t look at you at first. Wouldn’t speak.

Not until you both got back to his dorm.

The second the door shut behind you, the tension snapped. But it wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even his usual frustration. It was something heavier. Hotter.

“You,” he growled, his voice low and rough, crimson eyes burning as he finally let them rake over you. “You look too damn cute for your own good.”

It wasn’t lust that made him step closer, wasn’t just want that had his hands gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear. It was more. Years of biting his tongue. Years of shoving down everything he’d felt.

Now? He wasn’t holding back.