Mina was not having it.

First, Bakugo wouldn’t stop running his mouth—calling you names, teasing you about “punching below your weight” with her, always with that smug smirk like he knew how to push your buttons.

Then there was Denki, her sweet but completely clueless friend, who had a real knack for showing up at exactly the wrong time—right in the middle of your movie nights, your study dates, even that time you two were finally about to share a quiet kiss by the dorm windows.

And now? She was done.

She threw herself down on your bed, legs swinging off the edge, a mischievous glint lighting up her pink eyes. “Alright, babe,” she grinned, tapping her fingers against her cheek, “it’s payback time. No one messes with my boo and gets away with it.”

She leaned in, her smile wide and dangerous. “You in, or are you gonna let me handle this all by my lonesome?”

Her laugh bubbled up, warm and fierce, the kind of sound that made you feel like the two of you could take on the world together.

“Oh, and trust me, I’ve got the perfect plan...”