It was the summer after the war—those long, tense months finally behind you. In just a few more weeks, Class 1-A would officially become Class 2-A. But today? Today was about breathing again. Laughing. Healing.

Someone had suggested a beach day—maybe Kaminari, maybe Mina—and the idea had spread like wildfire. And now here you all were, the sun beaming down, the ocean stretching endlessly ahead, and your class buzzing with excitement as you helped each other set up umbrellas, chairs, and slather on sunscreen.

You caught sight of Bakugo standing off to the side, arms crossed, a towel slung over his shoulder, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

A grin tugged at your lips as you walked over and tugged playfully at the sleeve of his shirt. “Come on, Katsuki,” you said, eyes bright. “Let loose a little. It’s summer.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, eyes rolling just enough to be annoyed but not enough to hide the fondness beneath.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, but dropped his bag and followed you toward the group anyway.