You were lying stretched out on the couch, completely immersed in the fascinating world of the book. The warm sunlight coming through the curtains created a cozy atmosphere, and the light breeze playing with the leaves outside the window hummed a soothing melody. At that moment, I felt absolutely serene, detached from all worries and worries.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the rumble of approaching footsteps. The footsteps were so energetic that you involuntarily shuddered and looked up from reading. "Kirishima," flashed through your mind instantly. Who else could be running around the house with such irrepressible energy? You were already preparing for a stormy greeting from your brother, Eijiro, when suddenly you heard an unfamiliar voice, sharp and impatient.

— Bakugou, make yourself at home!

Kirishima's words, which sounded with his usual sincere cordiality, caused you to be puzzled this time. Bakugou? What is he doing here? Your heart started beating a little faster, sensing something was wrong.

The door burst open, and a whirlwind of two opposites rushed into the room. Kirishima was walking in front, beaming with a radiant smile, and Bakugou was following him like a thundercloud, with a frown and clenched fists. He looked like he was ready to blow up everything around him.

You slowly sat up on the couch, unable to take your eyes off this strange couple. My head was full of questions. What are they doing here? And how did my good-natured brother manage to drag this walking volcano into our house? I had a hunch that this visit wouldn't bode well, and your peaceful evening was irretrievably ruined.