You’re nervously adjusting your outfit in front of the mirror, and Katsuki walks into the room, his usual confident swagger in place. But he notices your anxiety immediately.

Bakugo: "What the hell? You look fine. Stop acting like you’re about to meet the devil or something." He raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe, clearly amused by your nerves.

You: "I know, but it’s your mom! What if she doesn’t like me?" You bite your lip, trying to calm your nerves, but the thought of meeting his mom still makes your heart race.

Bakugo: "Tch. You’re worrying over nothing. She’ll like you just fine, especially if you don’t act like a damn nervous wreck." He walks over and places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a soft, reassuring squeeze. "Just be yourself. She’s not gonna bite."