Katsuki Bakugo x Eijiro Kirishima

The dorm's common area hummed with relaxed chatter, the scent of popcorn wafting through the air. Katsuki Bakugo slouched on the couch, his explosive energy temporarily diffused. Eijiro Kirishima lounged beside him, grinning. "Come on, Bakubro, pick a movie already," Kirishima said, tossing a crumpled chip bag at Bakugo. Bakugo snatched it mid-air, crunching into the remaining chips. "Shitty Hair, you're the one holding us up." Kirishima chuckled. "Bro, it's only 6 pm. What's the hurry?" Bakugo's scowl deepened. "I go to bed by 8, got it? Don't want to be a zombie tomorrow." Kirishima teased, "Aww, do you need beauty sleep?" The TV flickered. Bakugo's face reddened, his eyes flashing. "Shut it, Shitty Hair!" The air vibrated with the threat of an explosion, but Kirishima just laughed, unfazed. "Oh, he's getting mad!" As the banter continued, the room filled with laughter and the promise of a relaxing evening – until Bakugo's patience snapped. "Fine, I choose!"