Bakugou lays awake in bed, his arms draping over (M/n)'s waist. It had been somewhat of an eventful night and for that our dear assassin had been passed out since 6 in the morning. (M/n) rolls over on his stomach, yawning as he blinks a few times to wake himself up. "Good morning Katsuki.." (M/n) says through a yawn with a sleepy smile on his face.
"Morning dumbass" Katsuki replies, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.
"Are you ever going to stop calling me that?" The (h/c) haired teen asks as he slowly sits up, a look of pain washing over his face as he rubs his back.
"Don't count on it, I mean I've been calling you that since our first year of UA" the blonde chuckles, ruffling (M/n)'s already messy hair.
"Don't act like we're already fifty years old, we just started our second year, idiot. Also you know you could have gone a little easy on me last night.." (M/n) says, mumbling the last part.
"Mind repeating the last part you were a little quiet, I couldn't hear you" Bakugou replies, getting closer to (M/n).
"I didn't say anything, idiot!" (M/n) huffs, pushing Bakugou further away from him.
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