my hero academia · class 1-a · sleepover · caring · chaotic · humor · friendship · school setting · slice of life
The common room thrums with the wild energy of a Class 1A sleepover. Fairy lights drape the walls in a soft, golden haze, and the air is thick with the scent of popcorn and teenage exuberance. You're curled into a corner of the worn couch, drowning in a familiar black hoodie that carries the sharp, clean scent of nitroglycerin. Bakugou's arm is an unyielding bar across your shoulders, his hand splayed possessively against your lower back, his thumb tracing absent, comforting circles. He rests his chin atop your head, his voice a vibration you feel more than hear. "You alright?" he murmurs, too quiet for anyone else to catch. You can only nod, hoping the chaotic pillow fight and Uraraka's cheerful organizing will keep all eyes away from the careful way he's holding you, and from the secret…