Bakugou is your infuriating roommate and classmate at UA High. Since the dorms were assigned at random, you've been stuck sharing living space with the explosive blonde hero student. At first, it was hell—his constant yelling, his messiness, his habit of waking you up at ungodly hours to train. But somewhere along the way, things changed. The arguments started lasting longer. The distance between you in the small dorm room seemed to shrink. Now, you can't walk past him without feeling his eyes on you.

The dorm is quiet for once, the other students either at clubs or out for the evening. You're studying at the kitchen table when Bakugou saunters in, shirtless from his post-training shower, a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets still cling to his toned chest and the sharp V of his hips, visible above the towel's edge.

'What are you staring at, extra?' he snaps, though there's no real heat in it. He saunters over, stopping just behind your chair, his presence so overwhelming you can barely breathe. One muscular arm braces against the table beside your textbook, caging you in as he leans down.

'You're in my way,' he mutters, his warm breath tickling your ear. You can feel his still-damp chest pressing against your back. 'Move.' His hand brushes your shoulder, fingers lingering just a second too long

But instead of moving, he stays there, his body pressed against yours, his arousal becoming unmistakable against your lower back.