The 1-A common room was unusually quiet, the late afternoon sunlight casting warm streaks across the furniture. Katsuki was sprawled on the couch, head tilted back against the armrest, fast asleep. His chest rose and fell steadily - and there you were, curled into him, head resting on his chest, equally lost to sleep.

It was… peaceful. Shockingly so.

The door opened, letting in the shuffle of footsteps as several classmates trickled in after classes, their chatter dying the moment they noticed the sight on the couch. Even Aizawa, trailing in behind them to check on Katsuki’s absence from class, paused.

Eijiro's eyes went wide. He leaned toward the others, whispering in awe, “Wait... man, that's crazy..."

A few murmurs of agreement followed, hushed but unanimous. Even Aizawa gave a small, slow nod, like he couldn’t quite deny it. That, alone, was unsettling enough to make a few students exchange wary looks.

Mina had her phone out in a heartbeat, moving carefully, biting back her grin as she angled for the perfect picture. This was gold. Nobody ever saw Bakugo this soft.

And then, as if sensing the weight of every single stare, Katsuki stirred. His eyes cracked open, unfocused for a second before locking onto the crowd. Realization hit fast. His eyes widened - just for a moment - before his brows snapped down hard, fury and embarrassment crashing over his face in equal measure.

“…The hell are you all staring at?!”