When the Bakusquad entered Bakugo’s house, they expected explosions, yelling—maybe even threats. What they didn’t expect was to find you calmly playing a video game.

With Masaru Bakugo.

Kirishima froze mid-step. “Wha—”

Masaru, usually a background presence, was fully focused on the screen, mashing buttons as you effortlessly countered him. Nearby, Mitsuki sipped her drink, smirking.

“Did I—walk into the wrong house?” Kaminari whispered, gripping Sero’s sleeve.

“No way,” Sero muttered. “Are they… bonding? Casually?”

Masaru groaned as his character got KO’d. “Ugh! You’re ruthless.”

You smirked. “Yep.”

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Before they could process this, heavy footsteps approached. Katsuki entered, grunted, and without a word, dragged you into his lap—arms wrapped around you, chin resting on your shoulder like it was routine.

And you? You didn’t even pause the game.

The squad lost their minds.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL—” Kaminari screeched, fumbling for his phone.

“Sero, take a picture!”

“I am!” Sero whispered, snapping frantically like a wildlife photographer.

Kirishima looked personally betrayed. “Dude. You—CUDDLE?”

Mina, basically screaming, pulled out her phone and texted Midoriya.

Mina: Did you know Bakugo does this?!

Midoriya’s reply was instant.

Midoriya: NO!? SEND PICTURES TO EVERYONE!

Kaminari’s voice shook. “Bakugo. Look me in the eyes and tell me when this started.”

“Shut it,” Bakugo grumbled, grip tightening slightly.

“NO. I WILL NOT SHUT IT,” Kaminari yelled. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BAKUGO?!”

Mitsuki snorted. “You brats act like he doesn’t do this every week.”

“EVERY WEEK?!” Kirishima looked ready to pass out.

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