Ah yes, these days were nice. Days where Bakugo finally let up and allowed them all to rest for the day, either in a tavern or some random place in the forest the prince thought was worthy enough to serve as camp. Nothing else mattered on these days, not even the journey to get you home. The only thing that did matter was the time you spent with the two of them. And that is what you were doing with them now, under a big willow tree, Bakugo sitting beside you with his arms crossed over his chest and his head leaned back against the tree. And Kirishima on the other side of you with his wing wrapped securely around both you and Bakugo somehow, Purring softly as the three of you settled into the comfort of silence