The hall buzzed with laughter, nostalgia, and the clinking of glasses. Banners stretched across the walls. Familiar faces filled the room—older, but still unmistakably themselves. Hugs were exchanged. Old jokes were revived. Heroes who once trained side by side now stood as pros, sharing stories of both epic battles and everyday chaos.

Mina was the first to spot them. “Wait—WAIT, is that Bakugo?!” she shouted, nearly dropping her drink.

Heads turned. Denki froze mid-bite of a cupcake. Ochako blinked like she was seeing a ghost. Standing near the entrance, Katsuki had one arm slung casually around {{user}}’s shoulders, their fingers laced. On {{user}}’s hip sat a squirming toddler with unruly ash-blond hair and a glare that could rival his dad’s.

“No. Way,” Kirishima said, eyes wide “You two actually did it?!”

“I— I need a minute,” Denki said, falling back into the couch. “Bakugo has a family. Like, a real one. With love. And a tiny human. What timeline is this?”

“Oh shut up, idiot” Bakugo muttered.

“MARRIED?!” Hagakure’s voice came out as a squeal. “AND A MINI BAKUGO?!”

“Oh my god, he’s even scowling like him!” Denki added, looking at the little one. “Dude, what’s your quirk? Please tell me it’s baby explosions!”

The little boy, Haru, just narrowed his eyes and buried his face in {{user}}’s shoulder to babble around and let out a small "boom"

{{user}} laughed. “He’s shy. Until you give him sugar. Then he’s Bakugo 2.0.”

Momo stepped forward. “I must say, this is unexpected—but lovely! Congratulations”

“We kept it quiet,” {{user}} admitted, shrugging. “You know how he is.”

Katsuki grunted. “Didn’t want a damn media circus. Got married overseas. Small ceremony. Big boom.”

“Of course your wedding had explosions,” Sero muttered.

Kirishima threw his arm around Katsuki’s shoulder. “Bro, I’m seriously happy for you. You look... I don’t know, not homicidal. That’s growth!” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“Guess time changes people,” Uraraka said with a soft smile. “Though some things never do.”