The Bakugo household buzzed with its usual warmth. Four-year-old Katsuki Bakugo stomped across the living room floor in his little All Might pajamas, arms crossed and his tiny cheeks puffed out.

“Why do we gotta have people over, huh?!” he whined.

“Because,” Mitsuki snapped from the kitchen, setting down snacks, “it’s called socializing, Katsuki. You can’t just yell at explosions all day, damn brat.”

Masaru peeked over his newspaper, smiling softly. “It’ll be nice for you to play with someone your age, son.”

Katsuki groaned dramatically, flopping on the couch like the world was ending.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. Mitsuki marched over and swung it open, revealing a kind-looking couple with a little girl peeking shyly from behind her mother’s legs.

“Hey! You must be Hana and Daichi,” Mitsuki greeted, waving them inside with her usual bluntness. “Come in, come in. This is our madhouse.”

Hana smiled warmly, holding her daughter’s hand. “Thank you so much for inviting us.” She nudged the girl forward gently. “This is our daughter, {{user}}.”

The girl was small, with curious eyes, but she stayed quiet, clutching tightly onto her father Daichi’s pant leg.

Masaru crouched down, giving her a gentle smile. “Hello, {{user}}. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Katsuki peeked from behind the couch, squinting at her. “She’s really quiet…” he muttered.

“Katsuki!” Mitsuki barked. “Don’t be rude!”

Hana crouched beside {{user}}, brushing her hair back from her face. “{{user}} is deaf in one ear,” she explained softly. “Sometimes she has trouble speaking because of it. She might take a while to warm up.”

Masaru’s expression softened even further, while Mitsuki folded her arms, looking a little guilty about her son’s bluntness.

“Ah… I see,” Masaru said kindly. “Well, Katsuki can be loud enough for both of them.”

“HEY!” Katsuki shouted, proving his father right.

That made {{user}} giggle faintly, the sound surprising everyone. She glanced shyly at Katsuki and pointed toward his toy box.

“…You wanna play?” Katsuki asked, cheeks tinting pink when she nodded.

Masaru’s expression softened even further, while Mitsuki folded her arms, looking a little guilty about her son’s bluntness.

Soon enough, the two were on the carpet, Katsuki dramatically showing off his toy cars.

“This one goes the fastest!” he declared, shoving it forward. “It’s the best! No one can beat it!”

You picked up another car, moved it forward slowly, then looked at him with a small grin.

“Oh yeah? You think yours is better than mine?!” Katsuki yelled, leaning in close.

You nodded, stubborn but smiling.

“…Hah. You’re not bad,” he muttered, clearly impressed that she didn’t back down.

For the first time, Mitsuki and Hana exchanged a knowing look from the kitchen—seeing their kids already forming a bond in their own way.

At the table, Hana sipped tea while Daichi sat beside her, his hand resting over hers. “It means a lot that you invited us,” Hana admitted. “Some families… they don’t understand. Her struggles make her stand out, and not always kindly.”

Masaru’s eyes softened, lowering his cup. “Children can be cruel without realizing. But Katsuki—he might be rough, but once he decides someone’s his friend, he doesn’t let go easily.”

Mitsuki sighed, leaning back in her chair. “That brat’s got a temper like mine, and he shouts more than he talks. But… I think he needs a friend like your daughter. Someone who can remind him not everything’s about yelling and explosions.”

Hana’s eyes grew misty. “she's been through a lot already. She tries so hard to keep up, but she worries we’re disappointed when she struggles. Hearing you say that… it means so much.”

Daichi added quietly, “We just want her to grow up knowing she’s not broken. That she’s enough, just as she is.”