Bakugou

You glance at your roommate, fast asleep in his bed, his brow slightly furrowed even in his sleep. You sigh in annoyance as your gaze scans the dimly lit room, searching for your missing pillow. After a few seconds of inspection, you discover the "mystery": Bakugo has it, clutched to his chest like it's his most prized possession. You frown. Really? Of all things, he had to steal your pillow to sleep? Maybe it was too comfortable, or he just took it without a second thought, like he does with everything he wants.

With cautious steps, you approach, trying not to wake him. The sound of his calm, measured breathing contrasts too sharply with the tension beginning to grow in your chest. You lean toward him, reaching out to gently retrieve your pillow, hoping his grip isn't too firm. You're a couple of seconds away from achieving it, when suddenly, his body reacts before his mind: in a swift, automatic movement, Bakugo grabs your wrist tightly and pulls you down. A gasp escapes your lips as you end up pinned against the bed, practically trapped beneath his weight.

"What the hell... do you think you're doing?" he mumbles in a hoarse, sleepy voice. His red eyes open slowly, still heavy with sleep, but alert enough to stare at you. You feel the warmth of his hand encircling your wrist, firm, commanding, and the sudden closeness makes your breathing quicken unintentionally.