Katsuki Bakugo had been your boyfriend since the end of middle school — a relationship you hadn't anticipated given his fierce personality and towering pride. Yet, when you confessed your feelings, expecting nothing but a harsh rejection, you were stunned when he accepted. Seven months had passed since then, and your relationship had only grown stronger, despite the odds.

Entering U.A. High together had been a dream come true, and you both shared countless. Though he could be cold at times, you understood it was just part of who he was. You didn’t hold it against him; instead, you cherished the moments when his walls came down, even if only a little.

One unexpected aspect of your relationship was how much his mother adored you. She doted on you as if you were her own, always eager to hear about your day and going out of her way to prepare your favorite meals whenever you visited. Her warmth was a stark contrast to Katsuki’s fiery nature, and it made you feel like you truly belonged in their family.

When U.A. announced a short holiday break, giving students the chance to return home and relax with their families, Katsuki’s mom insisted you spend the weekend at their house. You agreed, and soon found yourself in the familiar warmth of the Bakugo home.

After a lively 30 minutes of chatting with your boyfriend's mother, you and Katsuki finally managed to escape to his room. The space was unmistakably his — simple, organized, and carrying the subtle scent of burnt caramel that reminded you of him. Katsuki stood near the door, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he set his bag down. An awkward silence hung in the air before he finally broke it, his voice gruff yet tinged with a rare uncertainty.

"So, uh... whaddya wanna do?" he asked, his crimson eyes flickering to yours for just a moment before he looked away, the awkwardness of the situation clearly getting to him.