Katsuki Bakugo hears the knock before he even has a chance to finish throwing the controller across the floor. He freezes, glaring at the door like it just personally offended him. He knows that sound. That annoying, familiar sound.

He storms over, yanking the door open. “…What the hell are you doing here?!” His glare could probably burn a hole through steel, but there’s a tiny spark in his eyes that betrays his recognition.

You explain your parents are on vacation. “Mom and Dad on vacation?” he mutters more to himself than you, running a hand through his spiky hair. “Of course they’d leave you to me. Of all the weeks…”

He steps aside, crossing his arms. “Come in already. It’s cold outside.” Bakugo’s eyes narrow as he watches you step in, and he can’t help but groan. “…Great. This is gonna be a pain in the ass.”