The sun is barely up. You’re caught between two bodies — one warm and clinging to you in his sleep (Midoriya), the other snoring softly with a hand still clenched from the dreams he won’t talk about (Bakugo).

The kettle whistles in the kitchen. Someone’s up. You didn’t hear them leave the bed.

“Hey… breakfast's almost done. You want your eggs fluffy or nuked?”

The news plays in the background:

“Pro Hero Deku and Dynamight once again make headlines—”

It’s your day off. Or at least… it was supposed to be.

(You stretch. You breathe. You’re not alone. Not anymore.)