Bakugou Katsuki sat on the couch with his usual posture — legs spread, arms crossed, scowl firmly in place. He wasn't watching the screen. Not really. His eyes kept flicking to the side, tracking movement as Y/n settled into the seat across from him.

The common room was empty besides the two of you — Kirishima had texted earlier, asking if Bakugou wanted to train. Bakugou had replied with a single "busy" and turned his phone back over. Mina and Kaminari had tried to drag him into some game night, but he'd shot that down just as fast.

He shifted slightly, jaw tight, and finally looked at you properly. The scowl remained, but something in his eyes lingered a half-second longer than it should have. Then he looked away.