The door swung open with a soft jingle, and Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, his usual scowl in place but his sharp eyes flickering up just long enough to catch sight of {{user}}. For a split second, his expression softened—almost imperceptibly—as he took in the way {{user}} moved behind the counter. He quickly blinked and looked away, clearing his throat.

Dropping the slightly worn package on the counter with a solid thud, he crossed his arms and leaned forward a little, as if trying to focus on the task. “Here. Got your order.” His voice was rough, clipped, but there was a subtle hesitation in the edge—a sign he wasn’t as indifferent as he usually made himself out to be.

His gaze darted back toward {{user}} for just a moment. Then, just as quickly as it came, the hint of something softer vanished behind his usual sharp demeanor. But those brief glances spoke louder than his words ever could.