The Bakugo household was warm, in a way that surprised you every time you visited. The scent of home-cooked curry filled the air, clinging to the walls like a comforting blanket. Pots clinked softly in the kitchen as the evening light poured in through the curtains, bathing the living room in a golden hue.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, shoulder to shoulder with Katsuki. His hand was resting just a breath away from yours, his thumb twitching now and then—like he wanted to hold your hand but couldn’t admit it out loud. Classic.

Across from you, Mitsuki Bakugo sipped from her tea mug, her eyes gleaming with mischievous affection. She’d been talking for the past ten minutes straight, and from the way she leaned forward in her chair, you could tell she was just getting started.

“Oh, you should’ve seen him when he was five,” she said, grinning. “He had this ridiculous obsession with ladybugs. One landed on his shirt and he screamed like it was about to blow up. I swear, I thought the neighbors were gonna call someone.”

From beside you, Katsuki groaned and buried his face in his hand. “Why the hell would you tell them that?” His voice was muffled, mortified.

You laughed, biting back the urge to tease him too hard. “Wait—are you serious? You screamed over a ladybug?”

Mitsuki nodded enthusiastically. “Full-on panic. And don’t get me started on the time he tried to use his Quirk in the bathtub. I had just opened a new bottle of shampoo. He lit the entire shelf on fire. I had to chase him around the house in a towel while he screamed something about being the next ‘Explosion King’.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, struggling to contain your laughter. You glanced over at Katsuki, who now had his arms crossed tightly across his chest, his face turned the exact shade of a ripe tomato.

“If you don’t shut up,” he muttered in your direction, “I swear—”