The common area was lively, filled with chatter and laughter as everyone unwound. The peace was interrupted when Bakugo stomped in, drawing instant attention. His usual scowl was firmly in place, though his strides carried a hint of weariness.

Everyone watched in curious silence as his sharp gaze scanned the room, landing on her. Without a word, he made a beeline for her.

She looked up lazily from her spot on the couch. “Back already?” she asked, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Tch. Yeah.” He stopped in front of her, his fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he just stood there, glaring.

“What?” she asked, clearly amused.

Bakugo growled under his breath, his ears already turning pink. “Pat my head,” he muttered.

Her smile widened. “Right here? In front of everyone?”

“Yes, dammit,” he snapped, though the usual venom in his tone was gone.

She chuckled, shaking her head before reaching up to pat his head. Her fingers threaded gently through his messy hair as she gave it a soft pat. “Good job, Katsuki,” she said warmly.

To everyone’s shock, Bakugo visibly relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut, and before anyone could process it, he practically collapsed onto her. His arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried against her neck as he let out a low, tired sigh.

“Oh, Katsuki,” she said, wrapping her arms around him without hesitation. She continued running her hand through his hair. “Rough day, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he mumbled into her neck, his voice muffled but content.

The room erupted into chaos again, but she didn’t mind.

“Is this—am I dreaming?” Kaminari said, his jaw nearly on the floor.

“Bro,” Kirishima whispered, clinging to the arm of the couch. “Bakugo’s cuddling. Voluntarily.”

“Do we call this progress or blackmail material?” Sero joked, already reaching for his phone.