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(Also, I drag Gamora a little in this, but believe me it is out of love. We need more space turtle who protects kids in our lives!)


Their class had made a tradition out of watching movies the night after an exam or field exercise, which for them, was about once every week. After the first few, movie nights turned into movie marathons and everyone had 'their seat' which goodness help someone who tried to sit somewhere else.

So Katsuki wonders how his seat ended up squished between the couch end and Uraraka.

He thinks it is probably because he has a tendency to get up and leave when the movie is boring, doesn't have enough action or is far too predictable. It might be because he doesn't like sharing his popcorn and is mildly disgusted by some of his classmates gorging on candy towards the center of the room. It could be that Uraraka gets invested in the movies she's never seen, but most of their classmates can't shut up or stop quoting movies, so she sat next to him, quietly munching on salty popcorn and abandoning his seat. He's pretty sure that when he leaves, she scoots over and takes up all of the space he filled in combination with hers.

Either way, he can't say he hates it. Uraraka doesn't bother him or ask for his popcorn.

Tonight's movie is one from the Gamora series and everyone is bundled up in sweatshirts and flannels due to the blizzard outside. The space turtle movie has old and clunky special effects which leads to laughter and a few people have nearly passed out from laughing at the twenty minute flashback-fight scene between Gamora and a pterodactyl.

Katsuki, who hadn't realized the heat in the common room wasn't controllable, had come from his perfectly warm room in a tank, lightweight hoodie and sweats. Uraraka was shivering beside him, despite being under her own blanket. He could almost feel her vibrating with coldness as he clenched his toes into the ottoman in front of them. His feet were fucking freezing and hearing Uraraka's teeth chatter wasn't helping.

His left heel was resting on the end of her blanket and he could tell it was fleece. As the fake monsters continued brawling on screen, everyone enthralled and laughing, Katsuki decided his foot wasn't being taken by frostbite tonight.

His left foot flipped the blanket end up and collided right with Uraraka's equally bare foot. The half squeal, half laugh she let out coincided with a particularly funny part where it was clearly two guys dressed in bad costumes wrestling each other. His foot felt warmth for a split second before it was kicked out, literally.

The fight that ensued was done silently: one foot in, a swift kick by warmer flesh, cool air licking his toes after a brief respite of warmth. Her shoulder jams into him and when he looks at her she's glaring, cheeks pink even with only the tv light flickering across it. He just glares back, then breaks into a grin. Her eyes narrow then widen as he moves both feet under the blanket swiftly, trapping hers under his.

The cold of the bottom of his soles sinks into her ankles and feet and she starts thrashing a little, teeth gritted. He grabs her on instinct before her twisting bumps into the tail-boy on her other side. She freezes the instant he moves his arm down from the couch back onto her shoulder. Her feet rip out from under his, tucking them onto the couch.

He won the battle, feet safely ensconced in warm fleece, but his pulse is racing, still geared for a fight. He has lost track of what's happening in the movie. Uraraka's eyes are still wide and his arm is still clamped around her. Her teeth chatter involuntarily again and his vice grip loosens.

She seems to take this as an invitation or some shit because she relaxes and twists a little. Her now cold feet tuck under his leg and he flinches a little. The back of her hand smacks his chest and then her shoulder is settling into his side, the shivering slowing.

As usual, the movie night turns into a marathon, with additional old sci-fi films thrown out left, right and center, all of varying quality. Katsuki's feet are warm and now so is his side, Uraraka's head lolled back on his shoulder and chest, completely zonked out as she's been for the last movie and a half. His face feels unusually warm, too, as he wipes some nitroglycerin sweat on the back of the couch before returning it to her shoulder.

The blanket is shared now and he makes a mental note to forget his socks next movie night.