Three years of living together in a dorm lead to countless awkward encounters, but the single one that most of them attempted to avoid was running into Izumi after her baths. Even though they lived together for almost three years, it was hard to get Izumi out of her "If everything is covered it doesn't matter if I'm in a towel" mindset.

The person to suffer most was Midoriya, who was coming out of the kitchen to head up to his room with some food, only to stop dead in the middle of the hallway as Izumi padded across the floor toward the common room.

Dripping wet, an empty shampoo bottle in her hand, and wrapped in a thin, white towel. She didn't even seem to notice him in her fury.

This—surly he had to stop her?

But his voice was caught in his throat, eyes fixated on the wall next to him which was a mottled shade of green.

"Uh-I-Izumi!"

"Huh? What? I'm busy," she snapped, clearly still made about whatever had sent her running out of the bathroom. "Why are you staring at the wall like that?"

"You're not dressed," he stuttered out, red flushing up into his scalp.

"You can't see anything," she said in annoyance, dragging her dripping hair over her shoulder. If she was made enough to forget about her quirk, he really needed to get out of there. "Where's Mina or Ochako?

"Eating," he muttered and fled toward the elevator.

Her shrill voice followed, "WHICH ONE OF YOU FINISHED MY SHAMPOO?"

Being Izumi's twin, Shouto seldom cared about her absentminded tendency to forget she lived with other people. He was used to seeing her around the house running to find a comb in her bathrobe. He didn't think much of it when the same thing happened while he was sitting in the common room finishing his homework.

Izumi's bare feet made a soft thudding sound as she upended the couch cushions to look for her hairbrush. "I swear I left it here," she muttered to herself, not a care in the world.

A choked sound filled the air, dragging his gaze upwards. Kaminari and Sero sat on the couch opposite her, hands plastered over their eyes, but every couple of moments Kaminari would peek between his fingers and giggle.

Shouto's eyes flickered between his sister and the two boys. He stood abruptly, chair clattering, and crossed the room. He grabbed her elbow, stopping her search, "Go get dressed."

"Huh? I need to my hairbru—"

"You're not at home. There's…" He gestured to Kaminari and Sero stoically. "…perverts here."

An amused smile crossed Izumi's face, "What are they gonna see? My knees?"

"They're beautiful knees," said Kaminari, grinning behind his hands. Sero jerked his elbow into Kaminari's ribs.

Izumi and Shouto stared at him for a long moment and then she sighed heavily. "Yeah, I'll go."

The moment he heard the elevator doors close, he turned his glare toward his two classmates. Though Izumi's inattentiveness sparked the interaction, he felt like they should have known better than to linger. "If it happens again…"

He trailed off, not knowing what to threaten them with, but both boys seemed to understand immediately, offering hurried promises that they would gouge their own eyes first. He frowned and returned to do his homework.

Gouging their own eyes out seemed extreme, all they needed to do was leave.

Bakugou's reaction to seeing Izumi walking around the dorms in a towel was almost as disinterested as her own. For his classmates, who sat in the common room, watching Izumi flit around the kitchen fresh out of the shower, clutching her scrapped knee as she looked for the first aid kit was awkward only because of the way Bakugou followed her.

Amusement and fondness mixed in his gaze, which immediately turned into a heated glare as he noticed the eyes on them. Kirishima ducked away, mouthing something to Mina who had her phone raised to take a picture. Ochako and Momo shared a knowing look.

"Quit moving, it's going to hurt more," snapped Bakugou, fingers slipping into the back of her towel to hold her in place.

"I got soap in it," she whined, adjusting her grip on the towel. Her face twisted, "I'm dying. I really think I'm dying."

They waited anxiously for Bakugou to snap, but he didn't. Moving closer to Izumi, he whispered something none of them heard making her nod. Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted her onto the counter in one smooth move.

Mina's fingers clenched around the couch cushion in excitement. She kicked Kirishima, making him look over his shoulder briefly and throw a thumbs up in Bakugou's direction.

"Shouldn't we leave?" hissed Ochako, flushed in the face.

Mina shook her head violently, "We'll miss this monumental occasion to witness romance blooming."

Momo gave them a worried look, "Surely Bakugou-san is aware of how many germs linger on kitchen counters? He'll be exposing Izumi to a potential infection."

"It's fine, he knows what he's doing," reassured Kirishima. There was nothing to worry about when it came to Bakugou and Izumi.

None of them could hear the whispered words exchanged between their two classmates but judging from the annoyed glances Bakugou kept sending them, he wanted them gone. One of his hands rested on her thigh, a little higher than was necessary. Tearing open an alcohol pad, Bakugou ran it across Izumi's knee.

And then proceeded to lean down and blow on the wound.

"Wow, look at the time," shouted Kirishima, dragging Mina and Ochako to their feet. Momo followed with wide eyes as all of them fled from the scene. Giggles erupted between the girls the moment the elevator doors closed.

"I'm pretty sure Mina has a whole album dedicated to us," said Izumi in amusement. Bakugou smoothed the bandage out and leaned toward her. Fresh out of the shower, the scent of her shampoo flooded his nose. It wasn't very strong, a faint floral scent that was crisp rather than soft.

He rolled his eyes, "She's got an album dedicated to everyone; it's how she is."

"True." Her fingers fiddled with his, stretching her palm against his. He could count every eyelash that lined her lids, the faint birthmark at the corner of her eye that he couldn't see unless his nose was pressed against hers.

"How'd you fall anyway?" he breathed against her skin, mouth skimming the corner of hers. Hovering just slightly, nowhere near a kiss, because the growing frustration on Izumi's sent an aching heat through him.

She grabbed his face between her hands, pressing her mouth hungrily to his. Warm, slightly chapped lips—she tasted sweet like the lemon candies she had become obsessed with over the last week. Her fingers latched into his hair, pulling slightly. It's the kind of kiss that makes him want another.

"K-kacchan!"

Bakugou ignored the muffled squeak, running his tongue along Izumi's mouth.

A sigh sounded and the dull sound of a bag hitting the ground, "I'm telling Fuyumi."

Izumi pulled away immediately, glaring at her brother. "You can't keep using the same threat! And Fuyumi likes him, she won't care!"

Todoroki gave her a bored glare, "You're in the kitchen making out in nothing but a towel. Have some dignity."

Izumi bristled, hopping off the counter. "Fine, I'll go make out with him in his room!" Her fingers hooked in Bakugou's shirt, dragging him behind her toward the elevator.

"I'm still telling!"

"Go ahead!"

Notes: some fluff was requested, so here you are...I promise the new chapter is coming, it's 8000 words in, but needs some clean up and additions...in the meantime...here is some unedited nonsense for your pleasure :)