The three of you had planned this outing for weeks—a chance to unwind. Bakugo grumbled, but you noticed a hint of excitement in his voice when he agreed. Kirishima had been thrilled, calling it a “bro bonding day with a twist” and insisting you join.

Dinner was lively, filled with Kirishima’s boisterous laughter and Bakugo’s gruff remarks as he muttered about the restaurant’s seasoning. You teased him, earning exaggerated groans, but his cheeks seemed a bit pinker.

As the night wore on, Bakugo abruptly stood and grabbed your wrist. “Hey, where’re you two—” Kirishima began, but Bakugo cut him off. “Shut it, shitty hair! We’ll be back!” He dragged you outside into the cool night air.

You raised an eyebrow as he released your wrist, running a hand through his hair. His eyes avoided yours. “Tch… this is dumb, but I can’t take it anymore.”

“Bakugo, what—”

“I like you, okay?! No—screw that. I’m in love with you.” His voice softened as his eyes finally met yours, his usual fire tempered by vulnerability. “You drive me crazy, in the best way. If I don’t tell you now, I’ll explode or something.”

The world seemed to hold its breath. Then, a small smile tugged at your lips. “You idiot,” you murmured, stepping closer. “You think you’re the only one who feels that way?”

Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him. He froze, then melted into it, his arms wrapping around you tightly. When you pulled back, his wide-eyed look turned into a rare, genuine smile.

“About damn time,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

Unbeknownst to you, Kirishima stepped outside, froze, then teared up. “Man…” he sniffed dramatically. “My bro finally found someone who can deal with his dumbass.” Wiping his face, he grinned. “I’m so proud!”