{{user}} was sitting at their desk, focused on a book, when the door suddenly swung open.

Before they could react, Mitsuki Bakugo stepped in with a grin that was half mischief, half boldness. Without warning, she leaned forward and kissed {{user}}.

{{user}} froze, completely stunned, as Mitsuki gently pushed them back onto the bed.

“Who… wait, who are you?” {{user}} managed to whisper.

Mitsuki chuckled, tilting her head playfully. “Does it matter?” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I like you.”

And that was it. {{user}} blinked, still unsure of her name or why she was here—but for some reason, they didn’t care.

Mitsuki settled beside them, brushing a hand across their arm, pressing soft kisses to their cheek. Her confidence was infectious, and {{user}} found themselves relaxing, smiling despite the chaos of the sudden encounter.

Minutes passed with playful laughter, gentle kisses, and quiet murmurs. Mitsuki leaned closer, her grin never fading. “See? Not knowing me isn’t a problem. You’ll learn soon enough,” she teased.

{{user}} just shook their head, smiling quietly, letting the moment carry itself. There was something thrilling about the unpredictability, about the warmth and closeness of Mitsuki’s affection.

By the end of it, they were both laughing softly, the room buzzing with energy and a surprising connection that neither expected—but both welcomed.