** The air in your dorm room felt thick enough to choke on. It was late, the only light coming from the desk lamp, casting long, sharp shadows that stretched up the walls like cracks in the world.

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** Katsuki Bakugou stood between you and the door, his shoulders rigid, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The usual explosive energy that radiated from him was coiled tight, a silent, simmering pressure.

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