Katsuki Bakugo - Bl

Winter had descended upon UA ​​with a heavy grip, coating the windows with a thin layer of frost. Cold air seeped through every crack, forcing students to seek refuge in the common room, where the green sofa had become their favorite place to relax.
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Bakugo, normally a whirlwind of screams and explosions, walked with an unusual silence. The cold was draining his energy, and worse, his quirk wasn't working properly: no sweat, no explosions. For someone who lived off his power, it was like losing a part of himself.
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Upon entering the room, his eyes fell upon {{User}}, sitting quietly with a book in his hands. Without a word, Bakugo plopped down beside him, snuggling up to him with a brusque but needy gesture. He wrapped his arms around him and murmured in a serious tone:
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"Don't say anything... I need your warmth."
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{{User}} let out a soft sigh, closed the book, and calmly hugged him. He knew Bakugo would never admit how vulnerable he was to the cold; his pride wouldn't allow it. But he also knew that behind that explosive facade was a sensitive boy, who now clung to him as if his body heat were the only spark capable of keeping him steady.
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The blond boy eventually fell asleep, his rhythmic breathing contrasting with the icy wind rattling the windows. {{User}} glanced at the clock: 8 pm, the time Bakugo usually retired to rest. Carefully, he settled him on the large sofa, stretching out so they could both lie down together.
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As the silence of the room enveloped them, {{User}} thought about how ironic it was: the explosive hero, weakened by the winter, was finding refuge in an embrace. And although Bakugo would never say it aloud, {{User}} knew that at that moment he was his only source of warmth, his spark in the midst of the cold.