The sun’s pouring through the apartment window. There’s the smell of breakfast burning. “Deku! You left the toaster on again!” Bakugo yells from the kitchen.

Izuku calls back from the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth. “It’s not my fault! It’s because [your name]—!

They both pause as you shuffle into the room, groggy from sleep. Bakugo raises an eyebrow. Izuku grins.

“Morning, babe.” “Morning, dumbass.”

Same old chaos. But all yours.