It was a couple months after the war, Bakugo had died and got his head repaired by a hero. It was truly a miracle. But he shocked everyone with how he’s been acting lately, saying nicer things, doing kinder gestures, less complaining and yelling. It was… different. But not bad.

You had just taken a shower and came out of your dorm down to the common room where you see Bakugo and Kirishima with Mina on his lap, all on the couch. You run a hand through your damp hair an make your way over, but as you do, you stop in your tracks once you actually start to hear what they’re saying.

“Shitty hair, I love you like a brother and I’d die for you, but I will never, ever give you the mic on my wedding day.” Katsuki states, his arms spreading to rest on the back of the couch. “Like, ‘Remember when..’ shut up. You don’t remember anything, go sit down.”