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He wasn’t in his room – that was the first thing Bakugou registered after gaining back his awareness. From as much s he could see, the room he was in had green curtains and minimal furniture. The detail that convinced him 100% however, was the fact that there was not a single All Might poster on the walls.
He groaned and leaned forward, just his nose to being buried in someone’s hair. His eyebrows twitched when he registered a back being pressed to his chest and his arms being wrapped around another boy.
’What the fuck?’ He thought, trying to untangle his arms. Feeling his attempt, the body turned around and soon, he was trapped between two arms. He heard the other hum in their sleep and recognized the voice immediately. ’Uraraka?!’ He screamed internally, trying to solve the puzzle of why the fuck he was in the girl’s room – more importantly, in her bed.
Slowly, the happening of the previous night came back to him. How the girl asked for his help with her homework, how comfortable the kotatsu in her room was and how she invited him to stay for the night.
”Fuck,” he groaned, to which the girl’s eyes started to flutter open.
”Hmmm, g’mornin, Katsuki,” she mumbled still half-asleep, nuzzling in the boy’s neck.
’OH MY FUCKING GOD!’ The thought hit the blonde as a rock as he realized that his long time crush had just called him on his first name. ”Oi, Cheeks! Let go of me!” He said, trying to sound as annoyed as possible.
”Noooo!” Uraraka protested, his hug becoming tighter. ”You’re so warm~”
”We’re gonna be late!” Bakugou wriggled, but try as he might, he couldn’t get out of the hug.
”It’s Saturday, Katsuki,” the girl said, now more awake – and that fucking first name again! ”We don’t have school today.”
”Don’t fucking care!” Bakugou exclaimed exasperatedly. ”Just let me go already!”
”No, I won’t,” Uraraka said on a stern voice. ”Now, be a good personal heater and stay still for me, ’kay?” She asked and Bakugou gaped.
”’Personal heater’, my ass!” He growled, but did as he was told nonetheless. It wasn’t so bad under the blankets after all.