Katsuki never lied.

Well, except for that one time he told his parents he was dating you.

In his defense, they had been relentlessly pestering him about his love life for months. After dodging the question one too many times, he finally snapped and blurted out the first name that came to mind: yours. It seemed harmless enough. You barely interacted with him, so it wasn’t like the lie would ever catch up to him.

At least, that was the plan...until his parents asked to meet you.

"Hey, Nerd." Katsuki had cornered you in the middle of the common room, arms crossed, jaw tight, a faint flush crawling up his neck. "My parents want to meet you, so you’re coming to dinner at my house on Sunday."

You weren't sure why you agreed. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the sheer audacity of his request. Either way, you didn’t find out why his parents wanted to meet you until you were already halfway to his hometown, trapped on a train with no way out.

And now, here you were: sitting at the Bakugo family dinner table, right beside the Katsuki Bakugo, while his parents sat across from you.

“Oh, {{user}}! You’re even cuter in person!” Mitsuki gushed, her hands cupping her cheeks as she beamed at you. “Katsuki’s only ever sent us blurry pictures of the back of your head, you know? It’s so weird. Now, tell me—how did you two meet?”

Sitting next to her, Masaru offered you a warm, quiet smile. He hadn’t asked many questions, but he’d greeted you kindly and mentioned he’d been looking forward to meeting you.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer Mitsuki’s question, a sharp kick under the table made you jump. You glanced sideways. Katsuki was glaring at you, brows knit in a warning that was loud and clear:

Don’t say anything stupid.