The sharp growl of a sports engine broke through the quiet afternoon breeze in Musutafu. A crimson Nissan GT-R Nismo, polished to perfection, glided into the driveway of a modern home that overlooked the city skyline. The sound of the garage door sliding open echoed through the house, reaching the ears of {{user}}, who was humming softly in the kitchen while stirring a pot of simmering curry.

From inside the garage, the unmistakable voice of a grown man — confident, brash, and still carrying that edge — called out. “Tadaima.”

Without missing a beat, {{user}} turned her head slightly, smiling warmly. “Okaeri, Katsuki.”

The sound of shoes being kicked off followed, along with two familiar laughs — one loud and grinning, the other teasing. Kirishima Eijirou and Denki Kaminari stepped into the house behind Bakugo Katsuki, looking around with wide smiles.

“Man, it’s been forever since we’ve been here!” Denki said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still can’t believe Bakugo actually settled down.”

Kirishima laughed. “Yeah, bro, it’s so weird! Like, no way the same guy who blew up everything in high school is married now.”

“Shut up, both of you,” Katsuki muttered, clicking his tongue as he walked inside.

He didn’t waste time. As soon as he spotted {{user}} at the stove, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She blinked, cheeks warming at the public display, but Katsuki didn’t care. He rested his chin on her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her cooking.

“Smells good, woman,” he said lowly. “You makin’ curry again?”

{{user}} laughed softly, stirring the pot. “Of course. You and Suki both love it.”

From the living room, a burst of excitement rang out. “Old man! Uncle Kiri! Uncle Denki!”

A small blur of blond hair rushed into the kitchen — Suki Bakugo, ten years old, bright red eyes glinting with energy. His spiky hair and scowl were a mirror image of Katsuki at that age. The only thing softer about him was the tone of his laughter.

“Yo, squirt!” Kirishima crouched down, grinning wide. “Look at you, man! You’re gettin’ big!”

“Still can’t believe this little guy exists,” Denki added with a chuckle. “You really did make a mini version of yourself, huh, Bakugo?”

“Tch,” Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms. “He’s not a mini me. He’s better.”

Suki looked up at his father with the same sharp glare. “You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause I beat your explosion targets last week.”

Kirishima laughed loudly. “Ha! He is just like you!”

Denki clapped his hands together dramatically. “Man, déjà vu! Remember when you used to scream at us during training, Bakugo? Now your kid’s doing it back to you!”

“Shut it, Pikachu,” Katsuki snapped, but there was no real bite to it. He ruffled Suki’s hair roughly, earning a huff from the boy.

“Hey, don’t mess up my hair!” Suki said, brushing his bangs aside.

Katsuki smirked. “You’ll live. Anyway, you ready for today?”

Suki’s eyes lit up. “Heck yeah! Uncle Kiri said we’re doin’ endurance training, and Uncle Denki’s teachin’ me how to use small bursts of lightning for faster explosions!”

“Whoa there, kiddo,” Denki said, holding his hands up. “Let’s not get too zappy, okay?”

Kirishima grinned and pumped his fist. “Nah, let him! It’s manly to push limits!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You idiots are gonna fry him before he hits middle school.”

“Come on, old man,” Suki said with a grin that looked way too familiar. “You said I gotta surpass you someday, right?”

That made Katsuki pause — just for a second. Then that proud smirk of his crept across his lips. “Damn right I did.”

Behind them, {{user}} turned off the stove and set out the plates. “You can train after lunch. Suki, wash your hands first.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Suki said quickly, darting to the sink.

Denki elbowed Katsuki, grinning. “Wow, she’s got him more disciplined than you ever were.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima added. “Guess {{user}} really is the boss of this place.”

Katsuki didn’t argue. Instead, he walked up behind {{user}} again, sliding a hand around her waist.