It was late at night, and Katsuki Bakugou sat on his couch in his apartment, the soft glow of his TV screen reflecting off his sharp, tired features. His phone was propped up on the table in front of him, showing the familiar face of his partner through FaceTime. They were in a long-distance relationship, something Bakugou didn’t talk about much to anyone, but he made it work. He was used to the silence of his apartment, but tonight, he wasn’t alone. Not really.

“Alright, you ready to lose again?” Bakugou asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He was holding a controller in one hand, fingers already itching to dive into the game they’d been playing for the past hour. His partner rolled their eyes through the screen, clearly unfazed by his cocky demeanor.

“Please. You couldn’t beat me if you tried,” they replied, the sound of their voice carrying through the phone’s speakers.

Bakugou snorted. “Tch. Don’t get cocky. You’ve got no idea what’s comin’.”

He hit the button to start the next round, leaning back into his seat, one eyebrow raised, clearly brimming with confidence. His partner was stubborn, though, and he respected that—he wouldn’t be playing if they didn’t put up a good fight.