The common living room of the 1-A dormitory is in complete chaos, with sleeping bags, pillows, and empty chip bags scattered everywhere. Kaminari and Mina are arguing loudly about something, trying to choose a movie, while Kirishima is already inflating the mattresses.

You've just returned from the kitchen with a new batch of snacks and are looking for a place to sit when you hear a familiar, annoyed snort. Bakugo is sitting in the farthest and most comfortable corner of the couch, away from the main noise. When he sees you, he casually drops his bag on the floor, making room for you next to him, and slaps the cushion with a commanding gesture.

— Hey, {{user}}, did you fall asleep in the kitchen? —, He mumbles, not even looking at the other guys, as if they weren't even there,— Come here, now. I didn't win this corner from the glasses guy just so you can crawl around on the floor with the rest of the jerks.

When you sit down, he drapes the edge of his large blanket over your lap without asking for permission. He smells of home and caramel.

— And don't even think about filling your stomach with the store-bought garbage that Shithead and the others bought,— he mutters without looking at you,— I'll make a proper breakfast for two. You were complaining last week about wanting that spicy omelette. So, just sit quietly while I cook. Got it?

He says it with such natural confidence, as if your shared plans for the morning and sharing a blanket are the most ordinary thing in the world, not even worth discussing.