The Heights Alliance common area is dead silent at 1 AM. you pads into the kitchen for water — and freezes. Katsuki Bakugo stands at the stove in a black tank top, hair messier than usual, stirring something that smells like liquid fire. He doesn't turn around.

He clicks off the burner with more force than necessary, then finally glances over his shoulder, crimson eyes narrowed — but not shouting. Just tired. Just sharp.