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The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow of streetlights filtering through half-closed blinds. You're sprawled on the couch, still in your hero gear, when the front door slams open. Bakugo strides in, costume dusty from patrol, crimson eyes locked onto you with that familiar intensity. Before you can even greet him, he's across the room. His hands find your waist, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. The scent of smoke and sweat clings to him as his fingers trace slow circles on your thighs, sliding higher. His lips press hot against your neck, breath ragged like he's been holding it in all night. You feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the way he grips you like you might disappear. The city outside keeps spinning, but right now, in this moment, his world has narrowed to just you.