The reunion had been loud — laughter, teasing, old memories overlapping each other like years never passed. Everyone had grown, both as heroes and people, but the energy of Class 1-A hadn’t changed one bit.

You were sitting close to Bakugou, his now fully recovered right arm resting lazily along the back of your chair. You’d long since stopped trying to hide the engagement ring glinting on your finger — though, judging by how everyone reacted when they finally noticed, maybe you should’ve prepared a speech.

“WAIT. HOLD ON.” Kaminari leaned forward, eyes wide, nearly knocking over his drink. “Are you two— IS THAT—”

“Kaminari,” Jirou said flatly, elbowing him before he could finish. Momo just sighed beside them, a fond smile tugging at her lips.

“Engaged,” you confirmed, laughing a little as everyone’s reactions overlapped — Uraraka squealing, Mina yelling something about “FINALLY,” and Kirishima clapping Bakugou on the back hard enough to make him glare. Even Deku’s grin was all warmth and disbelief. “We were wondering when you’d notice.”

“No way,” Kaminari grinned, leaning closer with that mischievous look that never changed. “So like— have you two done—”

“Kaminari.” Jirou’s voice dropped, deadly calm.

He froze mid-sentence, laughing nervously when Bakugou shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

After the chaos mellowed out, you and Bakugou slipped away for some quiet — out to the balcony overlooking the city, where the night air was cool and still.

“Still can’t believe you didn’t tell ‘em,” he muttered, leaning against the railing.

“Didn’t have to. You know how they are.” You smiled, brushing your thumb against his hand. “They’d have found out eventually.”

He snorted, soft in a way only you ever got to see. The city lights reflected off the ring he’d chosen for you — simple, practical, but it fit. Just like him.

You leaned in, and he met you halfway, kissing you slow and easy. It was one of those moments that made everything quiet — until:

“—OH MY GOD THEY’RE KISSING AGAIN!” Kaminari’s voice echoed from the open doors.

You pulled back, forehead pressed against Bakugou’s as you both sighed in unison.

He muttered, “Your dad’s gonna kill him.”

You smirked. “Nah. Aizawa’s too tired for that.”

Bakugou snorted. “Lucky for him.”

Behind you, Deku’s laughter rang out with the rest of the class — loud, nostalgic, and so them. Even after all these years, Class 1-A was still the same chaotic family.