It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon. No missions, no explosions—just calm. {{user}} finally had a day off and spent it with Bakugou Katsuki and Kaminari Denki.

The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fan and the clinking of metal. Bakugou sat on the couch, elbows on his knees as he lifted a pair of small dumbbells. He looked like he was preparing for a fight that didn’t exist.

Across from him, Kaminari sat with his arms crossed, glaring at Bakugou like he’d stolen his last brain cell. He hadn’t said a word in minutes—just stared. Every curl of Bakugou’s arms seemed to irritate him more.

{{user}} noticed none of it. They tied their hair back, grabbed their wallet, and smiled. “I’ll grab some groceries. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

Bakugou didn’t even look up. “Yeah, yeah.” Kaminari forced a grin. “No promises.”

Once the door closed, the silence stretched—thick and awkward. Bakugou switched hands, continuing his reps. Kaminari’s leg bounced. Then, suddenly—

“I know what you are,” Kaminari said.

Bakugou didn’t stop lifting. “Do I even wanna know what that means?”

“Probably not.”

“Then don’t start.”

Kaminari ignored him. “Let’s play a game.” Bakugou side-eyed him. “A game? What are you, five?”

“Just repeat after me,” Kaminari said, already holding up his phone. Bakugou sighed and dropped the dumbbells. “Fine. But this better not be dumb.”

Kaminari hit record. “Bacon avocado.”

“Bacon avocado,” Bakugou said flatly.

Then Kaminari leaned in, grin twitching. “I know you slept with {{user}}.”

Bakugou froze mid-blink. The dumbbell halfway in the air. And then, slowly, he looked at Kaminari and said, dead serious— “Bacon avocado…”

Kaminari’s face dropped. “WHAT—no, dude, that’s not—!” Before he could finish, the door opened. {{user}} stepped in, holding a few grocery bags. “I’m back! Did I miss anything?”

Kaminari pointed dramatically at Bakugou, who was now calmly doing shoulder presses.

“You’re lucky,” Kaminari muttered.

Bakugou smirked. “I know.”