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“…so the cosine is going to dictate the curve on the graph…you got it?” when the only response he gets is a soft, even breath, katsuki looks up from his paper. his ruby red eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you. you had your hand further up on your face, face completely relaxed in a sleeping state.

“unbelievable.” he muttered, setting his pen down on the desk. katsuki stared at you, genuinely confused and exasperated. he never understood you. he was the least calming person in all of U.A. High, yet here you were, snoring on your homework in front of him. the blonde leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

“this is why you can’t keep your damn grades up.”

katsuki told himself he should wake you up. he should snap his fingers in your face or grab your shoulders and shake you. instead, he just sat there in the quiet ambience of his room. his tightened eyebrows loosened as his eyes grazed over your expression. without the stress of classes or training, you looked genuinely peaceful. you were all over the place usually, but this was a nice sight.

a stray lock of hair fell across your cheek and he stared at it for a few seconds. he clicked his tongue and reached to tuck the pesky strand behind your ear. his warm fingertips brushed your skin and you stirred, but didn’t wake up.

when he realized what he had done, he sucked his teeth and looked away. “fuck, you’re turning me into a sappy sack of shit.” he mumbled, finger scratching at his arm. a knock at his door made him jolt upwards.

katsuki growled and got up from his chair. he tore the door open with a little bit of force. “what.”

kirishima stood in the hallway. “hey, bakugo! have you seen y/n—“

“keep your voice down.” katsuki cut him off, his voice hushed in a whisper. “oh! sorry.” kirishima said apologetically. “…do y’know where—“ katsuki opened the door a little more, revealing a now snoring you to his friend.

“dude,” kirishima snorted. “ your tutoring session was that boring?”

the blonde rolls his eyes, heat creeping up his neck embarrassingly. “shut the hell up. what’dyou want?”

“oh, mina’s gonna order some takeout and sent me to ask her what she wanted.”

with a sigh, katsuki told kirishima what you usually order when they get takeout and sends him back to the common room after telling him you’d be down when you finished this assignment. he turned back into his room after shutting the door and walked back to the desk. “you get ten more minutes of peace, you idiot.” he uttered, taking his phone out to set a timer.