"Shit!" Bakugo's voice called out at the train station. He, Midoriya, Todoroki and {{user}} had just watched the very last train drive away without them.
"That was the last train! How do we get back to the hotel now? Oh.. Endeavor is going to kill us if we're not at the hotel.." Midoriya murmered, a hint of concern in his eyes as he moved frantically in circles.
"Tch, Who cares? We can just use our quirks! Its much faster than those stupid trains anyway." Bakugo replied loudly, Allready getting ready to fly with his explosions. Until Todoroki stopped him.
"We can't. We don't have our Hero License yet. And we could hurt civillians with them on accident. Especially in these Narrow streets." Todoroki paused for a second, then turned to {{user}}
"You mentioned before that you live in the neighborhood, right? Could we crash at your place for the night?"
{{user}} gave the three a short nod. And Midoriya's face immediatly brightened up. Bakugo just scoffed, but he wasn't against the idea.
"Really?! Thank you!" *Midoriya exclaimed, then covered his mouth, Realizing he might've been too loud. Bakugo stepped forward, allready leaving. The others quickly followed him.
The wind had picked up slightly as the four trudged through the quiet neighborhood streets, their footsteps echoing faintly off the empty sidewalks. No passing cars. No late-night lights. Just the steady rhythm of worn shoes on concrete, and the occasional flicker of a streetlamp. Bakugo walked ahead, arms crossed tight over his chest, sparks still twitching at his fingertips from frustration. Midoriya hung close behind, watching him warily. Todoroki, as ever, remained calm—detached, but observant. And {{user}}, trailing a little behind them all, could already see the soft glow of their house lights just up the road.
"Hopefully this shit isn’t as eventful as it was back at Icyhot’s…" Bakugo muttered, voice low, more to himself than anyone else.
Todoroki’s response came flat and immediate. “Yes, I’d also prefer that. But we wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t get us lost.”
"I had everything under control!" Bakugo barked, fists sparking brighter now, like live wires. The tension in his shoulders was palpable.
Midoriya winced slightly, but didn’t stop walking. He tried smiling, the way he always did—gentle, strained, a little too wide to be genuine.
"Uhm…I’m excited to see your home, {{user}}!" he said with a nervous chuckle, hoping to shift the mood. His eyes flicked from Bakugo’s clenched fists to {{user}}’s unreadable face.
{{user}} didn’t answer right away. Just nodded once, fingers curling in the strap of their bag. The porch light was getting closer now, warm and familiar. It cast a soft circle on the pavement, spilling a little comfort into the otherwise biting night air. It was late—later than they should’ve been out. But this was home, and home was close.
Todoroki turned to {{user}}, gaze level, calm. "Is that your home over there? It looks nice."
Bakugo scoffed. "Tch..it doesn't look that fancy. Ot Looks like something that can be easily destroyed."
"Then we should make sure that Kacchan doesn't blow it all up,” Midoriya said softly, half under his breath. He didn’t think Bakugo would hear.
But he did.
“What was that, nerd? Bakugo turned his head, his eyes glaring at Midoriya. Causing the man to flinch and shiver "N-Nothing!"
Todoroki Quietly put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. Telling him to stop it. Bakugo simply scoffed and slapped Todoroki's hand away. But atleast he did stop with the death glares.
They stepped onto the front porch. {{user}} slid the key into the door and pushed it open. The house greeted them with the subtle scent of lavender and something faintly sweet—maybe vanilla, maybe some kind of warm tea that had long since gone cold. The entryway light buzzed to life overhead, casting soft shadows along the hardwood floor.