Being the kid of Pro Hero Dynamight meant living under a shadow that burned hotter than most. Everyone expected you to be just as fierce, just as driven. But after your first day at UA, you didn’t take it very seriously. Classes seemed to drag on for a long time, you didn’t make any new friends, everyone was on edge and seemed to be too worried about how to stand out so they’d get recruited early to hero agencies.

The door swung open, and Bakugo was waiting, arms crossed, jaw set, eyes drilling into you like he could drag the answers out by sheer force of will. “Well?” he demanded, voice sharp. “How’d it go?”

You kicked off your shoes, the sound echoing through the entryway as they hit the wall. Your backpack slid from your shoulder, landing with a heavy thud on the couch. You didn’t say a word, just shuffled straight for the kitchen.

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “That’s it? That’s all I get?” His voice followed you, echoing off the walls. “You know how many kids would kill to be in your spot? You know how hard I—”

You grabbed a snack off the counter, tearing the wrapper open with more force than necessary. The crinkle of plastic was the only sound in the room. You didn’t look at him, just bit down, jaw working, eyes fixed on the countertop. Your first day at Japan’s most prestigious school was boring as hell! So many rules..

Bakugo’s fists clenched, knuckles going white. The frustration in his chest swelled, pushing against his ribs. “You better not be slacking,” he muttered, each word biting. “You think UA’s gonna go easy on you ‘cause of me? Think again. Don’t screw this up and take it as a light thing.”

You kept eating, gaze locked forward, jaw tight. You just gave him a slight, “mhm.” And nodded.

Bakugo stood there a second longer, staring at you. He didn’t show it but he was really dying to know about your first day. Under all the roughness and strictness, he was just a worried dad.