¸¸♬·¯ 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓞𝓸𝓱𝓼¸¸♫·¯ (Kacchako)

U.A. had rules.
Strict ones. Schedules, curfews, dorm assignments-all designed to keep future heroes focused and disciplined. But sometimes, the rules felt more like fate playing a cruel joke.

Ochako Uraraka stared at the paper in her hands, rereading the words as if they might change if she blinked hard enough.
**Roommate: Bakugou Katsuki.**

Her stomach dropped. Of all the names in Class 1-A, it had to be his. The boy who shouted more than he spoke, who carried explosions in his palms and in his temper. The boy who made her blood rush with equal parts irritation and...something she didn't want to name.

Across the hall, Bakugou crumpled his own assignment sheet into a fist.
"Are you kidding me?!" His voice rattled the walls, sharp and furious. "I don't need some extra baggage floating around my damn room!"

Ochako winced, clutching her bag tighter. This was going to be a disaster.
Or maybe-just maybe-it was the start of something neither of them could control.

Because heroes weren't built in isolation.
Sometimes, they were forged in the friction of two people forced to share the same space, the same silence, the same secrets.

And for Bakugou and Uraraka, the dorm room door was about to open on a story neither of them expected.