Katsuki didn’t say a word on the drive—just that sharp, knowing smirk that meant he’d planned something. You figured it out the moment the forest opened up and he told you to suit up. A sparring date, no holding back. It was loud, fast, and familiar—the kind of fight that left your heart racing and your grin aching. Katsuki looked alive in it, laughing through grit teeth as explosions cracked the air.

Afterward, you both rinsed off in the nearby stream, the adrenaline cooling into something softer. Katsuki headed back first. When you reached the car, you stopped short. The seats were folded down, the back transformed into a nest of blankets and pillows, warm lights strung along the edges. A small projector faced the ceiling, already queued up. Snacks were laid out—your favorites mixed with his, like he’d been pretending not to pay attention all this time.

He leaned against the open hatch, arms crossed, cheeks faintly pink. “What,” he muttered. “Figured you’d need somewhere to recover.” The forest hummed quietly around you as you climbed in, the lights reflecting in his eyes. For once, Katsuki Bakugo had planned something gentle—and it fit him just as well as the fire.