The Bakugo household was unusually quiet.

Mitsuki paced the living room, arms crossed, brow furrowed. Masaru sat on the edge of the couch, trying to look calm but failing miserably. The table had been set twice. The cushions fluffed three times. And Katsuki—Katsuki stood near the door, hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight.

He wasn’t nervous.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

But the tiny sparks popping from his palms betrayed him. Sweat gathered at his temples, and every time Mitsuki glanced at his hands, she muttered something about “blowing up the damn carpet.”

"You sure she’s coming willingly?" Mitsuki asked, not for the first time.

Katsuki growled.

"I didn’t kidnap her, Mom."

"I’m just saying! You’re not exactly… gentle."

Masaru tried to intervene.

"Mitsuki, come on. She’s his girlfriend. She must see something in him."

The doorbell rang.

Everyone froze.

Katsuki’s eyes snapped to the door. Mitsuki straightened her blouse. Masaru stood up too fast and knocked over a coaster. Sparks fizzled from Katsuki’s fingers again, and he cursed under his breath, shaking them out.

He opened the door.

And there you were.

Smiling. Nervous. Beautiful.

You held a small box of sweets in your hands, a peace offering. Your eyes met Katsuki’s, and his shoulders dropped just slightly. He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you—like you were the only calm in his storm—said everything.

"Hi..." you said softly.

"Hey." he replied, voice low.

You stepped inside.

Mitsuki stared. Masaru blinked. You greeted them politely, offering the sweets, bowing just enough to be respectful but not stiff. Mitsuki took the box, still eyeing you like you might be under some kind of spell.

"So… you’re really dating him?"

You nodded.

"Yes. I love him."

Katsuki’s hands sparked again.

Mitsuki blinked.

Masaru smiled.

And Katsuki, standing beside you, finally let out a breath.

"Told you she wasn’t forced." he muttered.

You reached for his hand. He didn’t pull away.

And for the first time in the Bakugo household, the sparks felt warm.