The Tokyo sky began to darken with heavy clouds, and the light rain gently tapped on the windows of Bakugou's house. The weather outside was cold, but the heat inside the room seemed to come as much from the heater as from the mix of bodies, laughter and feelings loose in the air.

{{user}} was sunk in the armchair, with Mitsuki practically fitted on her lap, sharing an earphone while his soft, husky voice grumbled just for you.

— “This boy doesn't know how to fold a blanket, seriously… And he still looks at me crookedly when I complain…” she huffed, her eyes turning to me with a mocking glint.

{{user}} brightened, trying not to get lost in his scent mixed with the citrus perfume she loved.

— “Do you want me to fold the blankets for him?”, {{user}} joked, whispering just for her.

— “If you do that, I’ll give you another secret kiss,” she teased, her fingertips drawing suspicious circles on her arm.

Denki, who was touching the couch, let out a comment between laughs:

— “Ugh, if you guys keep this up, I’m going to start feeling cheated. Mr. Mitsuki, what about me?”

Mitsuki laughed out loud, but didn’t even look at him. She just settled more comfortably on her lap, as if to say “this is where I’m going to stay.”

— “Denki, you don’t have half the lap she does.”

Kirishima laughed. Midoriya, sitting next to Bakugou, tried to change the subject, but Bakugou was visibly irritated — probably more with him than with us.

— “Deku, stop squeezing my leg. You’re going to end my patience too.”

Midoriya’s eyes widened, mumbling “sorry, Kacchan…” as he tried to hide his nervousness.

Mina whispered something about "couples too hot for my emotions," and Ochaco just laughed, taking a sip of her soda.

The truth was, even with everyone there, her focus was only on Mitsuki. The way she held {{user}}'s hand under the blanket. The warmth of her body pressed against her. Her voice speaking softly in his ear.

And even with the rain outside and the chaos around them, everything felt right. Intense. Just them.