Laughter bubbled out of you as Kirishima delivered another ridiculous joke, his grin as wide as ever. It felt good—familiar. Nostalgic, even. You hadn’t realized how much you missed this: the warmth, the chaos, the bond you all shared back at U.A.

Now, every single one of you wore the title of Pro Hero. Some names had become household staples, sitting comfortably in the top ten. Others were still carving their path, step by determined step. But tonight, none of that mattered. You were just classmates again, reunited.

You lifted your drink, the rim cool against your lips, and let your gaze wander across the room—until it met his. Bakugo. He held your eyes for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle smirk tugging at his mouth.

“What’re you looking at?” he called across the room, voice just loud enough for you to hear over the chatter.

You smiled into your drink, raising your eyebrows. “Just wondering when you were gonna come say hi.”

He snorted, pushing off the wall. “Tch. I was giving you time to miss me.”