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"OI. WAKE UP." SOMEONE WAS SHAKING Y/N by the shoulders roughly, warm hands gripping her through Katsuki's borrowed shirt.
Oh. Bakugo.
She was blinking awake in a matter of moments, indeed finding the blond boy leaning over her, returning to his side of the pillow barricade once he saw he'd done his job.
Through bleary eyes, Y/N noted that his hair was styled just as immovably as it had been the day before, despite having slept for what had to have been at least nine hours. She wondered, dimly, how the fuck that worked.
Then, she took a look at the blinking alarm clock by his bedside, saw that it was six in the morning, and promptly decided it was too early to be wondering anything.
"We need to work a couple things out," Katsuki said, already pulling his shirt off with his back to her and digging around in his closet.
Awkwardly, she averted her eyes, staring pointedly at a scuff in the wall that look suspiciously like someone had thrown something at the wall (definitely not out of character).
"Yeah?"
Even though she spoke, Y/N had a fairly good idea of what he was referring to.
She couldn't be found, and it was a Monday morning, meaning Katsuki would be at school all day. This left her with no entertainment (other than her phone), no food, and she knew no one in this world.
Sufficiently worried, she was therefore surprised when he said something else.
"What do you want to call each other?"
Y/N's mind immediately leapt to a rather embarrassing conversation two girls had been having behind her in a class a couple weeks ago, loudly and at length discussing their pet names for their boyfriends, and she was thus confused and flustered.
"I've read a lot of things about you," he elaborated. "And that's probably weird, or some shit, so do you want me to call you L/N instead?"
She considered that a moment. It was oddly thoughtful of him, and she couldn't pretend she wasn't surprised.
"No," she decided, easily. "I like being called Y/N. Should I–"
"Call me Katsuki then," he fairly ordered, the noise of rustling clothes implying he was still changing. "It'll sound stupid otherwise."
Though this was a nonsensical argument, Y/N found herself grinning a little at the wall. Katsuki was amusing to be around.
"Okay. And ... uh ..."
"I'm not a fucking idiot, so I've already thought of what you're probably going to ask. I'll order food to the dorms throughout the day – and they'll be empty, so you can get it no problem – and for entertainment ... you can do anything. Just don't touch the All Might stuff."
