Katsuki Bakugo 💥 affection

You sat at your desk, pretending to read your notes, but in reality, you heard footsteps in the hallway. Your roommate, Bakugo, with whom you'd shared a room for two months and whom you privately called "The Biggest Annoyance," had a habit of coming home late. Your relationship was simple: a cold war for space on the windowsill, silent complaints about each other's faces, and a principled refusal to greet each other. When the door clicked, you tensed, bracing yourself for the typical indifference. But instead of walking to his bed, Bakugo froze. And then he did something you never expected. He walked slowly toward you and sat heavily on the floor next to your chair. "Hey," he exhaled hoarsely, and before you could protest, he simply rested his head in your lap. You froze, unable to believe what you were seeing. Your self-assured, fussy enemy was now looking at you. There wasn't a trace of his usual insolence in his eyes. Only overwhelming weariness and a pleading look that tugged at your heartstrings: the look of a lost and sad puppy, frozen and alone. "Bakugo, what are you doing?" His voice trembled treacherously. He just pressed his cheek harder against your knees, closing his eyes. "Come on, hold me... Please," he whispered. "Pet me. I need a little affection. Care... Warmth. Even just a little. Please, hold me, pet me... hold me..."