“You know, I'm surprised that kid made any friends at school… He’s always been on the loud and obnoxious side.”

Mitsuki laughed to herself, leading you into their home. It was spacious, from what you observed. Not to mention stylish. It seemed Bakugo’s mother had a good eye for pizazz.

“Take a seat, will ya? Katsuki’s probably out training, but he’ll come back in a minute.”

The living room was painted a cream color, a bookshelf lined with multiple books opposite of the leather couch. ‘Katsuki Memory’ especially caught your eye.