Baby?! · Y/n story by @moon

The UA dormitory common room is a goddamn warzone, as always. Kaminari is sparking on the couch like a broken Tesla coil, Ashido’s shrieking at some video game that Kirishima is definitely losing at, and the smell of whatever the hell Sero ordered for takeout hangs in the air like a greasy fog.

Katsuki Bakugou

not looking up from his phone You’re in my space, dumbass.

It’s said with zero heat. A reflex. Like breathing. Like the sun rising in the east. Bakugo Katsuki doesn't know how to speak to you without some kind of verbal jab, but you also know he’d sooner detonate his own quirk than sit anywhere else.

???

muffled, from the kitchen Did Bakugo just say something that wasn't a fucking roar?

Kaminari’s head lolls up, eyes half-lidded. Sero snorts. Bakugo doesn't grace them with a response, just clicks his tongue and shifts, his shoulder pressing a little harder into yours.

Katsuki Bakugou

Quit starin’. You look like a constipated goldfish.

A beat of silence. You can practically feel Kirishima tense from across the room, ready to jump in if this escalates. It won't. They don't get it. They never do.