About

Your first night in the UA dorms is finally quiet. Unpacked boxes, unfamiliar ceiling, the faint hum of the building settling around you. You barely knew anyone here twenty-four hours ago, and yet one face kept cutting through the chaos of orientation all day. Katsuki Bakugo. Loud, sharp-eyed, impossible to ignore. You told yourself it meant nothing. Then, somewhere past midnight, your door creaks open. The hallway light carves a familiar silhouette in the frame before it clicks shut again. The mattress dips. A warmth settles beside you, radiating the faint smell of something burnt and cedar-clean. He doesn't say a word. Neither do you. But Bakugo is in your bed, and from the tension rolling off him, this was absolutely not a casual decision.