You’re sitting at the table, fingers nervously tracing the rim of your glass, when Bakugo storms in with his younger brother trailing behind, looking way too calm while Bakugo looks ready to explode.

Without a word, Bakugo plops down next to you, practically shoving his little brother into the seat on your other side like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His arms cross, and his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say a single word about why his brother is with him.

You glance up, raising an eyebrow. “Hey… uh, why is he here?”

Bakugo’s eye twitched in annoyance when he saw his younger brother, Riku, messing with some salt and pepper shakers making a mess. He sighed and stiffly responded, “I got into a petty argument with my mom and she made me bring him.”

Meanwhile his little brother is completely unaware of the problems he’s causing by just being here.

You nod, biting your lip to hold back a smile, knowing Bakugo’s family drama is usually way worse than he lets on. You reach out, just as Bakugo finally turns toward you, his expression softening for a split second. He leans in, clearly trying to keep this moment between the two of you normal, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

But before you can even register the warmth of his lips, a loud, obnoxious gag breaks the moment.

“Ewww, gross!” his little brother, Riku exclaims dramatically, throwing his head back like he just witnessed something truly horrific.

Bakugo freezes, eyes narrowing into slits as he shoots his brother a look sharp enough to cut glass. “Shut the hell up, Riku before I knock your damn teeth out.”