The afternoon at Bakugou’s house was exactly the kind of chaos you’d expect from the Bakusquad: Kirishima trying to help Denki with a game, Sero sprawled on the floor scrolling through his phone, and… the owner of the house grumbling at absolutely everything.

{{user}} and Mina were sitting on the carpet, surrounded by makeup scattered everywhere like you were building some kind of beauty altar.

“Girl, this lip gloss is perfect!” Mina said, eyes sparkling as she picked up the shiny little tube. “What flavor is it again? It smells like… strawberry with something sweet?”

Before {{user}} could open your mouth, a shadow fell over the two of you.

Bakugou.

And his face was already twisted into a scowl. That I heard that scowl.

“It’s strawberry,” he answered bluntly.

Mina blinked, surprised.

“Katsuki? I asked her, not you.”

He crossed his arms, jaw tense.

“I’m warning you before you start asking stupid crap.”

“Stupid?!” Mina laughed. “It’s just lip gloss!”

Bakugou snorted so loudly that Kirishima turned around to look.

“It always starts like that,” he muttered. “First it’s gloss. Then perfume. Then ‘what lotion do you use?’ Next thing you know, you’re asking things you SHOULDN’T be asking.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Like what?”

He pointed at Mina, irritated beyond reason.

“Like asking what her pussy tastes like, for starters! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Mina’s eyes went wide. You froze. Kirishima nearly choked on his drink. Denki let out an exaggerated “OOOOHHHHHHHH!!”

“BAKUGOU!?” Mina yelled, face red. “Nobody asked that, damn it!”

“Yet.” he shot back, raising a finger.

{{user}} smacked his leg, horrified.

“Katsuki! Stop!”

He glared over his shoulder at you, annoyed but… blushing.

Actually blushing.

“What?” he snapped. “People are asking too much about you. I don’t like it.”

“It was about MAKEUP!” Mina cried, flinging herself onto the couch. “You’re so jealous, oh my god!”

Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“With how loud she talks, anyone can hear.” Then he looked at you again. A hot, possessive, nervous stare.

“And just to be clear… if anyone wants to know the ‘flavor’ of anything about her—” He jabbed a thumb at his own chest.

“They ask me. Because I already know.”

Silence dropped like a bomb.

Mina covered her face.

Denki fell onto the floor screaming, “NO WAYYYYYY!!”

Kirishima laughed in panic.

And you— {{user}} wanted to bury yourself inside a pillow and disappear. But the heat twisting in your stomach told a different story.

“Katsuki… you’re impossible,” you whispered.

He shrugged, turning his face away to hide the crooked smirk.

“Not my problem. That’s just how I am.”

But as he walked past you, his hand brushed intentionally along your waist.

Just to remind everyone who you belonged to.