The dorm room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater and the distant rustle of wind against the windows. Y/N lay curled beneath her blanket, shoulder still aching from the fight with Todoroki. The bruise had bloomed deep — a reminder of hesitation, of vulnerability, of how quickly control could slip.
she hadn't told anyone how shaken she was.
Not even Bakugo.
Especially not Bakugo.
His words still echoed in her head: "You're not weak. But you're holding back."
Y/N stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing the faint cracks in the plaster. The room felt too still, too silent. Outside, the moon hung low, casting silver light across the floor. Inside, their thoughts refused to settle.
she turned onto their side, pressing a hand to the sore spot on their shoulder. The pain was dull now, but the memory of Todoroki's fire — and her own hesitation — burned sharper.
Why did I freeze?
Why did I think of him?
Bakugo's voice. His eyes. The way he'd looked at them in the training room. The way he hadn't moved when they were pressed against the wall, breath tangled, tension thick.
Y/N closed their eyes.
Sleep came slowly.
And with it, the dream.
—
It began in the training room — but not the one she knew. This one was bathed in amber light, warm and quiet, the walls humming with energy. Y/N stood alone at first, barefoot, breath steady. Then the door opened.
Bakugo stepped in.
His shirt was gone, skin flushed from exertion, eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't speak. Just walked toward them, slow and deliberate, like he already knew what they were thinking.
Y/N's heart thudded.
"You gonna fight me again?" he asked, voice low.
"Not tonight," Y/N whispered.
He stopped just in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His gaze dropped to her lips, then back up — sharp, searching.
"You've been in my head," he said.
Y/N swallowed. "You've been in mine."
Bakugo reached out, fingers brushing their jaw. The touch was gentle, unexpected. Y/N leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When they opened again, he was closer.
Their lips met.
It wasn't soft.
It was fierce — like everything they'd been holding back had finally broken loose. Bakugo kissed like he fought: with intensity, precision, and fire. Y/N responded in kind, hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
They stumbled backward, tangled in heat and breath and want. Bakugo's hands found her waist, her back, her hair. Y/N gasped as he pressed her against the wall, mouth trailing down her neck, teeth grazing skin.
"You drive me insane," he murmured.
Y/N's fingers curled into his hair. "Good."
He laughed — low, rough, and real.
Clothes fell away in pieces, forgotten.
The room blurred.
The world narrowed.
Their bodies moved together like they were made for this — for each other. Every touch was a question, every breath an answer. Bakugo's hands were firm, grounding, and Y/N's skin burned beneath them. Their mouths met again and again, desperate, searching, finding.
There were no words.
Just heat.
Just rhythm.
Just the sound of their names whispered like secrets.
And then—
Darkness.
—
Y/N woke with a gasp, heart racing, skin flushed. The blanket clung to their body, damp with sweat. The room was still quiet, but the dream lingered — vivid, electric, impossible to ignore.
They sat up slowly, pressing a hand to their chest.
It was just a dream.
But it didn't feel like one.
Her body still hummed with the memory of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he'd said "You've been in my head."
Y/N swung their legs over the side of the bed, grounding themselves in the cool air. The floor was cold beneath their feet, but it helped. A little.
She didn't know what it meant.
Not yet.
But she knew it wasn't just about attraction.
It was about trust.
About vulnerability.
About the way Bakugo had looked at her— not like a rival, not like a threat, but like something he couldn't quite let go of.
And when she saw him the next morning — hair tousled, eyes sharp, voice gruff — they couldn't meet his gaze.
Because something had shifted.
And she wasn't sure if it was only in her head.