You and Bakugo have maintained this secret arrangement for months now—stealthy meetings in empty dorm rooms, quick encounters between training sessions, your friendship publicly intact while something far more complicated simmers beneath the surface.

Now you're in his room again, clothes scattered across the floor, the aftermath of another explosive encounter lingering in the air. He sits on the edge of the bed, back to you, muscles tense as if bracing for something.

"You just gonna stand there all night?" he growls without turning. "Or are you finally gonna admit you want more than just these damn sneak sessions?"His shoulders flex, waiting for your answer, though he'd never admit he's terrified of what you might say.