The arcade was alive with sound—machines whirring, lights flashing, bass-heavy music shaking the floor. You walked in with Tetsutetsu, Kaibara, Awase, and Juzo, their usual energy loud and reckless. It was supposed to be a good night.

And then you saw him.

Bakugo. Standing by a claw machine. His head dipped low, close to Ochaco Uraraka.

At first, you told yourself it was nothing. Just a conversation. Just friends.

And then he kissed her.

Not an accident. His hand curled around her jaw as he pulled her in, and she leaned into it like it was something familiar. Like it wasn’t the first time.

Tetsutetsu stopped. Kaibara’s expression darkened. Awase’s fists clenched. Juzo cracked his knuckles. They didn’t need to speak—they just moved.

Bakugo finally looked up. Red eyes met yours. He froze.

Uraraka turned too. She paled. The damage was done.

But before you could take a step, a hand closed around your wrist. You barely had time to register who it was before Shindo Yo was there, pulling you in, his other hand sliding to the back of your neck.

“Been waiting for the right time,” he said, voice low and steady. “Guess this’ll do.”

And then he kissed you.

Firm. Certain. Like he’d thought about it more than once. Like he meant it.

Gasps went up around you. Bakugo’s stare sharpened, burning hot. His jaw clenched as he stepped forward, teeth bared like a warning.

Shindo just smirked against your lips.

“Let him watch.”