It started with Shoto standing by the couch, his tone calm but firm. “Momo, give them back.”
“No,” Momo replied, holding your sleeping form tighter. “You get them all the time..”
Shoto’s eyes narrowed. “You’re being unreasonable. I’m only asking for what’s fair.”
Before the argument could go any further, Bakugo stormed into the room. “Tch, you two idiots don’t get to decide!” he barked, stomping toward the couch. “If anyone’s keeping them, it’s me!”
Momo summoned a shield, blocking his path. “Stay back, Bakugo.”
“Oh, hell no!” Bakugo growled, blasting the shield with a controlled explosion. “Get outta the way, Yaoyorozu!”
Iida rushed in. “Stop this nonsense! This is unacceptable!”
Kirishima cracked his knuckles. “This is a proper challenge! Winner gets cuddle rights!”
“Are you serious?” Jiro groaned, but Mina cheered, “Go Team Momo!”
Chaos broke out. Shoto summoned ice, Bakugo retaliated with explosions, and Sero tried to web you away. “For safety!” he shouted, only to be tackled by Mina. “Hands off!”
Kaminari short-circuited the lights by accident. “Oops! My bad!” he grinned nervously.
Dark Shadow formed a protective barrier around the couch. “Leave them be."
In the middle of the madness, Present Mic’s booming voice filled the room. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” He and Aizawa stormed in.
“They’re fighting over them,” Mic said, grinning as he pointed to your peaceful form. “Classic. So, who’s winning?”
“No one,” Aizawa snapped, sending his scarf to stop Bakugo midblast. “And no one touches them.”
Mic leaned over the couch, inspecting you. “So protective, huh, Eraserhead?"
“Back off, Yamada,” Aizawa growled.
Mic grinned. “Oh, I get it. You want them all to yourself!” He lunged to poke your cheek.
Aizawa’s scarf yanked him back. “I said, don’t touch them.”
The room went silent, everyone watching in awe as Aizawa dealt with the chaos.
“You’re taking this too far, Aizawa,” Mic said, still grinning. “You can’t hog all the cuddles.”