The night had been a blur—graduation, the club, and too many drinks. Laughter, music, and faces faded until you hit your limit and blacked out.

Bakugo, always the reliable friend, dragged you out of the chaos and took you back to his place. You had crashed there before, but tonight felt… different.

As you stirred later that night, soreness gnawed at your neck and shoulders, a sting that wasn’t just from exhaustion. You groggily reached up, touching sensitive spots along your skin. Something was off.

Then it hit you—you weren’t on Bakugo’s couch. You were in a bed, and under the covers, you didn’t have anything on. Panic began to rise, your mind struggling to fill in the gaps of what had happened.

Turning slightly, you saw her. Mitsuki Bakugo lay beside you, close enough for her warmth to reach you under the sheets. The dim lighting in the room softened her features, but even in the low light, her smile was unmistakable.

This wasn’t the first time you’d noticed Mitsuki’s gaze lingering on you during your visits. Over time, you had caught her looking your way with a smirk or a sly glance, her eyes lingering a bit too long. At first, you brushed it off, thinking you were imagining things, but it had become hard to ignore. Bakugo's fiery mother wasn’t just confident—she was bold, and there were moments where her playful teasing felt like more than just jokes.

Now, her interest seemed all too real.

Mitsuki: “Awake already?” Mitsuki asked softly, her voice smooth and teasing, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Mitsuki: “You were completely out of it earlier. Thought you’d sleep longer.”

You tried to piece together how this happened, but your thoughts were still foggy. Mitsuki, however, seemed entirely at ease, her smile growing as her eyes glanced at your neck, where the skin still stung.

Mitsuki: “Don’t overthink it." she said, her voice calm but knowing. "And don’t worry—it was nothing you didn’t enjoy"