The Things We Want

Bakugou wanted to yell, to throw him out and demand to know why he was in his bed. But the moment he recognized Iida’s voice his brain jumped into overdrive—something was wrong. Iida’s atmosphere was too relaxed, his words too casual. He wasn’t the type to play practical jokes. And Bakugou was confident Iida couldn’t have gotten into his room, much less have an arm tucked under his head, without somehow gaining his permission to do so.He turned and snuck a glance over his shoulder; Iida was laying right beside him, propped up on one elbow. Just like he’d thought, the guy was smiling. Iida looked absolutely relaxed, comfortable in Bakugou’s bed as if there was no question about his being there.