You take a seat at the small corner table, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the menu as you wait for Bakugo to arrive. It’s been years since graduation—eight years since the two of you last saw each other. He’d stayed in Japan, building his name as one of the top pro heroes, while you’d crossed the ocean to carve out your own path as a hero in the States.

Now you’re back. And somehow, sitting here feels more nerve-wracking than any villain fight you’ve ever faced.

The door chimes, and your breath catches as Bakugo strides in—same sharp eyes, same confidence in his step. He spots you almost instantly and makes his way over, dropping into the seat across from you.

His voice is quieter than you remember. “{{user}}... hey.”