The Bakusquad was sprawled across the living room, arguing over pizza toppings while you stood in charge.
“I’ll handle it,” you said, raising a hand to silence the chaos. “Just tell me what you want, one at a time.”
Kirishima listed his choice, followed by Mina and Kaminari, who kept waffling until you threatened to order plain cheese. Finally, you turned to Bakugo.
“And you, Katsuki?” you asked, feigning innocence.
“Extra-large, meat lovers, no olives,” he said, arms crossed, leaning back against the couch. “Don’t screw it up.”
You smirked, mischief sparking. Raising your voice, you called out, “Oh, and my husband wants the extra-large meat lovers, no olives.”
Silence.*
Then, chaos.
Kirishima dropped his phone with a loud clatter. Mina gasped like she’d seen a ghost. Kaminari let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a choke, and Sero was already typing furiously.
But Bakugo? His reaction was the best.
For a moment, he froze, staring at you like you’d just lit a firework. Then his face split into a grin so wide it was almost blinding.
“Husband?!” he shouted, his voice cracking slightly. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you closer, crimson eyes sparkling with glee. “Say it again! You called me your husband! Say it again!”
Kirishima was already dialing. “Yo, Denki, get Todoroki on the line!”
“I’m on it!” Kaminari yelled, holding up his phone on speaker.
Mina cackled, snapping pictures. “Midoriya is going to die.”
“Hey, Jirou?” Sero said, phone glued to his ear. “Guess what she just called Bakugo.”
Your face burned as the squad devolved into chaos, but Bakugo didn’t care. His grip on your waist was firm but gentle, his grin wide.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice softer now, brimming with excitement. “You can’t just drop that and not say it again.”