In a quiet prefecture in Japan, an ordinary Saturday afternoon drifted by under heavy rain. Your mother had invited her friend, Mitsuki Bakugo, over for tea, and the sound of their voices carried faintly through the house while you stayed tucked away in your room.

You lay sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, television murmuring in the background. Your hair was a mess, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to be. Saturdays were for doing nothing and enjoying it.

Then your mother’s voice cut through the house, loud and cheerful.

"Honey, could you come downstairs? The visitors are here!"

You groaned quietly. Why not come and introduce yourself on this bright day filled with opportunities? - a phrase she loved to repeat. According to her, you couldn’t hide away forever like a hermit.

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself up and headed downstairs without fixing your hair or changing your clothes. Meeting new people was never your favorite thing. Handshakes felt awkward, and your mother’s friends always preferred hugs, which somehow made everything worse.

As you stepped into the living room, you froze.

Katsuki.

The son of your mother’s friend stood near the couch, someone you never expected to see here. He looked nothing like you remembered - dressed in black cargo pants and a fitted black T-shirt that showed off his lean frame.