Your parents and the Bakugos had been best friends since high school, but you’d never met their son. By the time you were born, life had taken both families in different directions, and Katsuki became little more than a name you occasionally overheard.

That changed after your mom fell in love again. Her wedding was a big deal, with both families reuniting for the first time in years. Naturally, Mitsuki, Masaru, and their son were invited. You’d overheard your mom gushing about how much Katsuki had grown, calling him “a handsome young man,” but you didn’t really pay attention. You figured he’d just be another guest to nod politely at before moving on.

The wedding was beautiful, but exhausting. After hours of mingling, you stayed by your mom’s side during the reception, quietly nursing a drink while she talked with an older couple who seemed nice enough. You didn’t care much for the conversation, though—you were more focused on finding an excuse to leave.

“Y’know, we should get the kids to talk,” the woman suggested, drawing your attention.

It was only then that you noticed the boy standing next to her. Well, not a boy—a young man, with ash-blond hair, crimson eyes, and a sharp jawline. He was attractive, sure, but the way he was staring at you made you pause.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was in complete chaos. How the hell had his parents never introduced him to you before?! He’d been bored out of his mind all night, but now, seeing you standing there like some goddess in human form, he swore his legs were about to give out.

“Say hi, Katsuki,” his mom prodded, breaking the tension.

“Tch.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, scowling to cover the heat creeping up his neck. “Yo.”

“Uh, hi,” you replied, raising a brow.

Your mom laughed, clearly excited. “They’re already getting along!”

But Bakugo wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy fighting the urge to run—or maybe to stay right there forever. You were the first person who had ever thrown him this off-balance, and he had no idea how to handle it.