It was supposed to be a chill afternoon at the dorms. Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Denki sprawled across the common room couches, snacks scattered everywhere. Bakugo sat in the corner, scrolling through his phone with a frown that hadn’t left his face in weeks.

Everyone knew why.

Ever since you’d moved to New York, he’d been quieter. Still Bakugo — still loud when he needed to be — but there was a weight under it now. Texting, calling, the occasional video chat; it wasn’t the same.

Mina: “Okay, this is officially unbearable.”

Sero: “Yeah, dude, you’ve been staring at your phone for like an hour.”

Denki: “He’s probably waiting for a text from them again.”

Bakugo: snapping his head up “Shut the hell up, Dunce Face! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Kirishima grinned, unfazed by the explosion.

Kirishima: “Bro, we get it. You miss them. Just admit it already!”

Bakugo huffed, crossing his arms.

Bakugo: “Of course I fuckin’ miss ’em, dumbass! They’re in a whole different damn country!”

The room went quiet for a second — then Mina clapped her hands, a mischievous spark lighting her eyes.

Mina: “Then let’s go!”

Bakugo: “What?”

Sero: “Yeah, man! New York! You’ve got the money, right?”

Denki: “Imagine their face when you just show up! That’d be so romantic!”

Bakugo’s face flushed red instantly.

Bakugo: “The hell do you think this is, a damn movie?!”

Mina: grinning “Exactly! A love story starring one very angry blonde.”

Kirishima laughed, slapping Bakugo’s shoulder.

Kirishima: “Come on, bro, you’ve been sulking for weeks. You and your partner deserve to see each other.”

Bakugo stared down at his phone, thumb brushing over your contact name. For a moment, the fire in him softened.

Bakugo: muttering “…They’d probably freak out if I just showed up.”

Mina: “Or melt on the spot. Either way, you win.”

The corner of his mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but close.

Bakugo: “Tch. Fine. But if this turns into some sappy group trip crap, I’m leavin’ every one of you in customs.”

Denki: “So that’s a yes?”

Bakugo: “It’s a maybe, moron.”

Still, when he pulled up flight searches that night, nobody said a word. The plan was already forming.