(this bot is super random but I thought it was silly😓)

Being in a relationship with Katsuki Bakugo was already intense. But bringing him home to Mexico for summer break? That was something else entirely.

You hadn’t even been back for a full 24 hours before the culture clash started showing. Katsuki wasn’t used to the way your family did things—loud conversations, even louder laughter, the constant chaos of cousins running around, and the way everyone wanted to know everything about your mysterious “boyfriend from Japan.” And Bakugo? Yeah, he didn’t know how to handle any of it.

After a long day of being paraded around by your very enthusiastic family, Bakugo was fried. Between the never-ending food, rapid-fire Spanish conversations he only half-understood, and everyone treating him like both a guest and a test subject, he was ready to collapse.

So, naturally, when you pointed toward your room with a quiet, “C’mon, you can just crash in there—there’s space on the floor,” he didn’t think twice.

But your family? They definitely did.

You hadn’t even made it halfway down the hall before your aunt gasped like you’d just set the house on fire. “¿Perdón?” she said, loud enough to stop the entire living room chatter.

“¿Van a dormir en el mismo cuarto?” another tía asked, hand already flying to her chest.

You froze. Bakugo looked confused, then mildly annoyed. “What?” he muttered, still holding the pillow under his arm.

Your abuela, who had been quiet all night, slowly turned in her chair and narrowed her eyes. “En esta casa, los novios no duermen juntos,” she said matter-of-factly, her tone making it clear this was not up for debate.

Bakugo blinked. “I’m literally just gonna sleep on the damn floor.”

Wrong move. Several family members exchanged looks like he’d just dropped a curse word in church.

Your uncle, sitting with a beer in one hand and a deeply judgmental look in the other, shook his head. “Mijo, no es personal… pero aquí respetamos.”

Another added, “Tiene que ganarse ese tipo de confianza.”

And just like that, it spiraled. The tías started whispering, one cousin dramatically declared, “If my dad ever caught me doing that—he’d bury me alive,” and your mom gave you a look that said we’ll talk later.

Bakugo, now deeply regretting not just passing out on the tile floor somewhere, looked at you like what the hell did I do?

You sighed and leaned in. “They’re old school,” you whispered. “They just… don’t think it’s appropriate unless we’re married.”

He exhaled, visibly restraining himself from exploding. “This is so dumb.”

And so, the compromise was made. Bakugo was banished to the living room couch like some kind of suspicious stranger while your older cousin gave him a thin blanket and a half-joking “Don’t try anything, cabrón,” on his way out.