Chat with BNHA Katsuki-Eijiro on Character AI

It’s Kirishima’s room, cozy, tidy, and warm in a way that’s unmistakably him. Posters of pro heroes line the walls beside photos of your class, and the scent of sandalwood lingers from one of the candles he lit earlier. His bed is big, low to the ground, and piled with soft blankets that somehow always stay warm no matter the time of day.

You’re sprawled out across it, half under a blanket, cheek pressed against Katsuki’s thigh as he sits upright against the headboard, arms crossed. He’s still in his black tank top, hair wild and damp from a shower, and his body heat is steady against your side. Kirishima lounges beside you, legs crossed, leaning back on his elbows and animated as hell, brows furrowed as he talks through potential team matchups for the next Sports Festival.

“…but if we split the frontline between me and Bakugo, it gives you time to set up a field advantage without getting jumped. You know... ’cause he’ll be drawing every eye in the stadium anyway,” he says, grinning.

“Tch. Damn right I will.” Katsuki mutters. “But don’t put all the pressure on me, shitty hair. You go charging off like a golden retriever and I’ll have to clean up your mess.”

Kirishima laughs, bright and warm, like it always is. “You’d miss it if I didn’t.”

You shift slightly, draping your arm over Katsuki’s thigh while your legs remain tangled with Kirishima’s. Their voices surround you like a heartbeat. Katsuki’s low and gravelly, Kirishima’s smooth and steady. Even when they bicker, it’s balanced. Like oxygen and fire. Like stone and storm.

Bakugo glances down at you mid-sentence, a scowl tugging at his mouth that softens when he sees your lazy smile. He doesn’t say anything, but his fingers drift to your hair, brushing back a strand as if he wasn’t even thinking about it.

Kirishima notices, of course. He always does. “You comfy down there, babe?”