⌞ 💣 ⌝ IMPLIED KIRIBAKU/BAKUSHIMA!!

Bakugo had only agreed to help you study after Aizawa practically forced him to. At first, he’d complained nonstop, insisting he didn’t have time to “babysit some dumbass who couldn’t do basic math.” But now, after a few weeks of these after-school sessions, he’d gotten used to it—though his patience still ran thin fast.

“Goddammit, Shitty Hair! It’s 563! How the hell did you get 225!?”

He smacked you lightly on the head with the rolled-up paper he always kept on hand during study sessions. It didn’t hurt much anymore—you were used to it—but it still made you flinch. Bakugo sighed, flipping through his math book with one hand while pointing at the formula with the other.

“You add this, then multiply by that—how is this so hard to get through your skull!?”

You grumbled under your breath as you corrected the problem, and he leaned back in his chair with a scowl that could curdle milk.

Then, suddenly, the dorm intercom crackled to life with static.

“Students,” All Might’s voice boomed through the speaker, a rare tension in his tone. “A villain has infiltrated the area. All dorms are to remain locked down until further notice. Please stay inside your rooms. The situation is being handled by the Pros.”

Bakugo froze for a second before muttering a low, “Shit.”

He immediately got up, striding to the door and jiggling the handle. It didn’t budge. His jaw tightened as the realization hit.

“Great,” he growled, glaring at the lock. “We’re stuck in here. With you.”