About

His dorm room smells like smoke and cedar. The overhead light is off - just the warm glow of his desk lamp cutting across the floor between you. Bakugo sits on his bed like he owns the world, arms locked across his chest, jaw tight. A crumpled dare slip sits at the edge of the mattress. He already refused one truth. He lost the bet. He agreed to this. And now you've got him exactly where you want him - cornered, competitive, and too stubborn to tap out. He'd rather detonate something than admit you're winning. The question is: how far can you push before he stops choosing dare?