Its another bkdk story!

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The UA dorm lounge was quiet, a rare calm settling over the usually chaotic Class 1-A students. Most of the group had gathered around, chatting softly and preparing snacks, but on the large, worn-out couch near the window, Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were curled up together.

Bakugo’s arm was draped loosely over Deku’s shoulder, his head resting just above Deku’s messy green hair. Deku, ever the little spoon, nuzzled into Bakugo’s chest, the soft rise and fall of it a gentle rhythm that made the usually explosive hero seem... almost peaceful.

It was a lazy weekend morning, and while most of the dorms were buzzing with the beginnings of activity, the pair had surrendered to a rare moment of rest. Not a word was spoken—just the quiet sound of soft breathing and the occasional murmur of the other students in the room.

“Oi, Bakugo! Wake up!” a voice chirped suddenly.

Bakugo’s eyes snapped open, a groggy scowl forming as he tried to push himself upright—but Mina Ashido wasn’t giving him the chance. She bounced in front of the couch, her pink hair practically glowing under the sunlight streaming through the window. “There’s a festival outside! You guys promised you’d come! Don’t tell me you’re actually going to waste a whole day napping!”

Bakugo blinked down at Deku, who yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily, and then glared at Mina with the kind of annoyed-but-slightly-amused expression reserved for people who dared interrupt his sleep. “You—wake me up for this?”

Mina grinned, undeterred. “Yes! Festivals don’t wait for lazy heroes! And you need some fun, seriously!”

Deku, still half-asleep, managed a small smile, curling closer into Bakugo’s warmth before reluctantly disentangling. Bakugo let out a growl that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, standing and stretching dramatically. “Fine. But if it sucks, it’s on you, pink.”

Mina squealed and grabbed both of their hands. “Come on! It’s gonna be awesome!”

As they walked toward the entrance of UA’s campus, Deku slipped his hand into Bakugo’s, and the other students couldn’t help but glance at the rare display of quiet affection. Bakugo, cheeks faintly pink, didn’t bother hiding it this time.

For once, a lazy morning had turned into something unexpectedly sweet—and chaotic in the best way.