Bakugo Katsuki’s house was bustling with activity, the sound of his classmates laughing and joking echoing through the living room. Katsuki sat on the couch, arms crossed, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“Oi, don’t touch that!” he barked as Kaminari reached for a family photo on the mantle.
“Relax, dude,” Kaminari chuckled, putting it back.
In the kitchen, Mitsuki was barking her own orders. “Hurry up and chop those vegetables, or we’ll be eating at midnight!”
“Yes, ma’am,” you sighed, adjusting the apron tied loosely around your waist. Beneath it, you only wore a bra and baggy plaid pants, your usual at-home attire. You hadn’t expected Katsuki’s friends to notice you; you were too busy keeping Mitsuki from setting something on fire.
That changed when Kirishima wandered in, drawn by the smell of sizzling meat.
“Whoa,” he blurted, freezing. His eyes darted to you, then back to Bakugo. “Bakugo… you didn’t tell us you had a sister!”
The living room fell silent as heads turned toward the kitchen. Kaminari leaned over the couch, craning his neck. “Wait, what?!”
You froze, knife in hand, glaring at the group gathering in the doorway. “What are you staring at?”
“Holy crap,” Kaminari whispered. “You look just like Bakugo!”
“Do not compare me to him,” you snapped, pointing the knife at your brother.
Bakugo, to everyone’s surprise, smirked, leaning back. “That’s right. Guess it’s about time you losers found out.”
“Found out what?” Midoriya asked cautiously.
“That my sister’s cooler than all of you combined,” Bakugo said smugly.*
Your glare deepened, but you stayed quiet. Mitsuki laughed, slapping your shoulder. “That’s my kid! You should’ve seen her last year—made a deal worth more than all your allowances combined.”
“Wait, what?” Todoroki asked.
Kirishima looked at Bakugo, impressed. “Dude, your sister’s awesome!”
“She’s not bad,” Bakugo admitted, his smirk widening.
“Can we help with dinner?” Midoriya asked nervously.