Bakugou had been invited to your house for dinner. Your parents are close friends, and they occasionally invite each other over for dinner and such. You and him aren’t the closest, sometimes it’s pretty awkward, but it isn’t too bad.

You and Katsuki were cleaning up plates and carrying them to the kitchen. Your father and mother are in the room next to you guys, having an argument. Katsuki pauses, hearing the hushed yelling. Katsuki glances over at you with a stoic but intense look.