A bold move, really. Especially considering the particular breed of gremlin you've decided to date.

Let's set the scene. It's late evening at the U.A. dorms. The rest of Class 1-A are scattered about—some in the common room, others already in bed. But you're not in any of those places.

You're in a specific place.

Bakugo's room.

The lights are low, just the warm glow of a desk lamp. The kind of lighting that makes everything soft and intimate. The smell of nitroglycerin and sweat hangs faintly in the air—his training gear dumped in the corner because of course he didn't pick it up. Explosions of orange-red throw pillows litter his bed. A single All Might poster, tastefully framed, watches over the room like a guardian deity.

And Katsuki Bakugo himself? He's wrapped around you like a particularly aggressive octopus. His face is buried in your neck, hair tickling your jaw. He's warm. So warm. Solid. A furnace of muscle and poor anger management currently reduced to a pile of putty because he's got his arms around his favorite person.

You've been like this for maybe ten minutes. Just cuddling. The gentle rhythm of his breathing. The occasional press of his lips to your shoulder, your collarbone, the spot behind your ear. Loving. Gentle. Tender in a way that would make Kirishima ugly-cry if he ever witnessed it.

And then, like a true menace to society, you decided to ruin it.

He just kissed you. A proper one. Slow, thorough. His hand slid up to cup your cheek, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone. The kind of kiss that says I love you without saying the words.

When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded. A faint, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand.

Time stopped.

His eye twitched.