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"It's only one night," Iida sighs, and he sounds like he's trying to convince them both. Which is infuriating, because what the hell is his problem?
Bakugou decides against a verbal reply, tossing his duffel to the near side of the bed they apparently have to share, and stomps to the bathroom. "Shower," he mutters, and slams the door.
Probably rude, to steal the bathroom first, but a protracted discussion of 'turn-taking' with their voluble and long-winded class rep is not on Bakugou's list of to-dos for the night. What is on the list is a shower and immediately passing the fuck out. Aizawa pushed them HARD today, and despite the stamina he'd steadily been building during his time at UA, there's a slight tremor in Bakugou's hands and wrists when he finally deposits himself beneath the warm spray of water and cleans up.
He's fast, anyway… Likely a hell of a lot faster than that four-eyed nerd. Bakugou can only imagine what that uptight stick-in-the-mud's 'nightly routine' consists of, and would rather spend the time falling asleep, as opposed to sitting on the edge of their shared bed, sweaty and impatient and pissed.
When he exits the bathroom, towel scrubbing at his hair, his eyebrows raise. Four-eyes is nowhere to be seen, and while Bakugou doesn't give a shit one way or another, he can admit to being surprised. He figured the guy was as tired as Bakugou is himself. Not that it matters. Within minutes, Bakugou is under the covers, as close to the edge of the mattress as he can get, his back to the rest of the bed. And the lights are out. If that pompous nerd even thinks about turning them back on, Bakugou will happily break his hand.
Turns out it isn't an issue; Iida sneaks back in as quiet as a mouse, his phone held out in front of him for light while he drops his bag to the floor and makes his way across the room. Bakugou can smell his shampoo.
"The hell'd you go," he grumbles, tucking his fist under his chin, comforter held fast. Motorlegs better not be a blanket hog.
Bakugou's voice startles Iida, but he waits until his phone is charging and he's tucked in before he replies. "There are showers in the gym downstairs."
Huh. Bakugou hadn't even thought of that. Grunting in acknowledgement that he'd heard, he lets his eyes fall closed again.
"I have an alarm set for five a.m."
Bakugou offers another grunt. Fine with him. He normally gets up around then, anyhow.
"Bakugou-kun," Iida whispers, and Bakugou stifles a sigh. "Does your body wash smell like vanilla?"
He makes a show of irritatedly flopping to his other side, scowl pinching his brows, and finds Iida flat on his back, his fingers laced over his chest, blanket at his waist. "Coconut," Bakugou snaps, squinting in the dark. "The fuck are you doing? Aren't you gonna get cold?"
Why aren't you wearing a shirt? he does not say, because it's not a big deal. At all. Bakugou's eyes are drawn against his will to the trail of coarse hair stretching from Iida's navel to the comforter bunched at his waistband.
"I run a bit warm," Iida chuckles, turning his head so they're facing each other. "But it feels strange to sleep without anything covering me at all, so." Bakugou can just make out a shrug. "Compromise."
It's weird, but something about the darkness and how he can't really see Iida's eyes or his facial expressions… It's more comfortable talking to him like this, Bakugou muses. Maybe it's their mutual exhaustion, but Iida seems… relaxed, more subdued than usual. Bakugou's voice is soft, when he speaks.
"Thought Aizawa was gonna kill us, today."
The scant light available gleams on Iida's teeth, and Bakugou realizes he's smiling. "He's definitely putting us through our paces."
"Think the asshole is gonna miss us when we graduate?" Bakugou asks as the thought occurs, and wonders at the way it tightens his chest.
"I'm certain of it," Iida breathes. "While we were… a handful, at times, I believe we are the first class to make it to the end of third year without an expulsion. Well. So far. Suppose there's time left." Iida's breathy laugh is warm, and Bakugou feels his own cheeks stretch in a smile.
"Yeah." Quiet settles over them, and it's… peaceful. Easy. Both seem content to end the conversation there, eyes closing and breath evening out, and it isn't long before they slip into sleep.
*
"Bakugou-kun."
Something's been tugging Bakugou toward wakefulness, and it finally processes. A voice. A whispered voice. He inhales deeply, nose crinkling.
"Bakugou-kun, do not be startled. If you could maintain control of your quirk…" The voice trails off, and Bakugou's brows furrow. He's warm and comfortable and just wants to go back to sleep; why is someone talking to him? Why does it sound like Four-eyes?
"What," Bakugou croaks, his cheek sticking a bit where his face is pressed to the… That is not a pillow. His eyes fly open, and now he understands why Iida was trying to warn him about his quirk. If he hadn't, Bakugou would likely have blown a hole in Iida's armpit. Where his hand is currently shoved. As it stands, he barely stops himself. "The fuck-"
How did he end up draped over Iida like a fucking koala? With dawning horror, he realizes his thigh is hitched over Iida's waist, his head and face tucked into Iida's shoulder like a cradle, and his arm is TIGHT around Iida's chest.
"You move quite a bit in your sleep," Iida tries, voice strained. "To be truthful, I was thrilled you finally laid still, once you… situated yourself like this."
Bakugou wants to die. He… cuddled Iida fucking Tenya in his sleep, and the motherfucker is so stupid nice he just let it happen. He's back on his side of the bed before either of them can blink, and arm and leg hanging off the side and his cheeks so hot he swears he can see steam.
"I apologize for waking you," Iida continues, and no, NO, Bakugou is humiliated enough, god if the asshole apologizes like it's somehow his fault… "I slept well for a while, but it grew to be too warm for me, and we were sweating-"
"Stop."
Iida does, despite the command being so muffled by Bakugou's pillow he could barely understand it himself. And holy shit, the silence is AWKWARD. Bakugou seriously considers sleeping in the hallway; the bright lights and hard floor couldn't be any worse than the abject mortification he is suffering.
He clearly isn't the only one finding things uncomfortable, though, and soon Iida is breaking the quiet. "Um… Bakugou-kun?"
"Ugh," Bakugou groans.
With a deep, slow breath Bakugou can hear all the way in and out, Iida tries again. "I didn't mind," he finally says.
"Shut up."
"It didn't bother me," Iida insists, and if Bakugou has ever endured anything more embarrassing in his life, he can't fucking remember it. "If you sleep better that way, it would behoove both of us to… figure something out."
"Please stop talking about it," Bakugou damn near whimpers, his teeth gritting when Iida has the audacity to sigh.
The mattress shifts with Iida's weight, and Bakugou has the brief hope that Iida is going to… go somewhere else, sleep in the hallway himself, maybe, before a large, sturdy arm wraps around his waist, Bakugou jerking in surprise. "If you sleep better holding someone, perhaps this could work," Iida whispers, his breath in Bakugou's ear.
Before Bakugou can stammer out a reply, Iida tugs him backward, rolling him to his side, and snugs his knees against Bakugou's. "Okay?"
It's warm. Nice. Comfortable, for fuck's sake, and Bakugou chokes down his snarky retort. For a heartbeat or three, they breathe together in the stillness. "Nightmares," Bakugou finally pushes out, and Iida's hand tightens against his stomach. "Guess it makes me a pretty restless sleeper."
Iida hums, pulling Bakugou against his chest. "I understand," he breathes, and Bakugou's skin pebbles with goosebumps at the sensation of Iida's lips against his neck. "We're both likely to get more sleep like this, then."
With his own mortification dying down, it finally occurs to Bakugou that Iida sounds exhausted. "I was keeping you awake," he mutters, and Iida's shoulder lifts in a shrug.
"Just go to sleep."
Bakugou huffs, digging his face further into his pillow. "Thanks," he grumbles. He's still embarrassed, but with Four-eyes acting like it's no big deal, it seems dumb to get pissy about things. Eventually, the two drift back to sleep.
*
Five in the morning comes early, whether they're used to it or not, and the alarm wakes them both from a dead sleep. Bakugou peels his eyes open to find himself face to face with some of the finest cleavage Class 3A has to offer, and when he realizes just how entangled they are, any lingering sleepiness vanishes.
"Four-eyes," he mumbles, lips squished to Iida's pecs. "Let go of me."
"Hm?" Iida purrs, the fingers spread in Bakugou's hair tightening slightly before Iida jerks to alertness. Bakugou cannot stop his guffaw when the hand behind his head slams to the bed, Iida's other arm and topmost leg yanking up from Bakugou's body and staying in the air like a stillframe of someone about to leap into a pool.
He takes the opportunity to extricate himself, laughing, and Iida flops to his back, reaching out to fumble at his phone. The quiet after the blaring of the alarm is… pretty fucking uncomfortable. Things that make perfect sense in the dead of night often fail to hold up under the scrutiny of the sun, and Bakugou feels his stomach twist with dread. The hell were they THINKING? And where does that uptight nerd get off, looking that good all soft and sleepy and hair a mess?
Bakugou wastes no time leaping from the bed, and spends the next handful of minutes trying desperately to look anywhere but Iida. He fails, of course. God, it's like the oversized asshole is a magnet for Bakugou's furtive glances. Iida, for his part, seems thoughtful, and Bakugou thanks whatever gods there may be that he doesn't get caught staring.
Packing up, brushing their teeth, washing their faces, getting dressed… The two do not speak until they are both at the door, ready to leave.
A sigh shudders from Bakugou's chest. "I'd appreciate if you'd keep your mouth shut abou-"
"That was nice," Iida interrupts, and Bakugou wonders if he's ever heard Iida speak so softly. Yes, it occurs to him, he has. Last night, when they were… in bed together. The thought alone sparks heat beneath his skin. Bakugou's voice refuses to come out, his throat suddenly tight.
"I wouldn't mind doing it again," Iida whispers.
Bakugou is embarrassed, his nerves are sparking with irrational fear, but he absolutely has to know what sort of face Iida Tenya makes when he says something like that. His eyes lift from the carpet, and Iida meets his gaze. "If you want," Iida adds. God, his cheeks are such a pretty pink…
"Um." Bakugou resists the urge to clock himself in the jaw. That's the best he can do? UM?
Iida's swallow is loud, and if Bakugou had to guess, painful. Iida turns ever so slightly, as if to grab for the doorknob, but he stops. Sucking in a careful breath, Iida pastes on a smile. "Don't worry," he lilts, and Bakugou wants to scream at himself. SAY SOMETHING, KATSUKI!
"I'll never mention it again, to anyone else or to you, Bakugou-kun."
He's halfway out of the room before Bakugou finally moves, and he yanks Iida back in by his collar, slamming the door. "No."
Iida turns a wary glance over his shoulder. "No?"
"We can do it again."
Bakugou doesn't count them, but it feels like a staggering eternity of seconds go by before Iida speaks at last. "Okay."
Well. That's that, Bakugou supposes. He can feel even his ears flushing with warmth. Luckily, Iida's are red as well. "Okay."
They make their way downstairs for breakfast, silent and eyes averted, with tiny, matching smiles.