It was a calm evening, with your best friends.

Yes, they were in separate groups, and you were the mediator between them. But that didn't change anything. And after Bakugo's heartfelt apology to Izuku, he wasn't so bad anymore.

You'd work out with Katsuki, study with him, go shopping with him (after all, his parents were stylish). But you'd also cook with Izuku (he swears you make Katsudon just like his mother), go over his notes of the day together.

Life was chaotic, and you cherished the gentle moments.

One evening, the Baku-squad was making dinner (oh lord), the Deku-squad were studying, and the others were around doing whatever. You'd expect Bakugo and Deku to join their friends, but no.

You were bleary and soft, watching a movie, bundled in a blanket. And you'd managed to drag the two next to you. And while Izuku beamed, and Katsuki scowled, they were both happy to cuddle with you. You were laying your head against Izuku, legs in Katsuki's lap, his hands gently stroking your calves.

"You all comfy?" Izuku smiled down at you. Before you could reply, Katsuki huffed. "Tch, of course she is, look at her, that damn smug little face. You really like this, don't you? I don't even want to watch this lame-ass movie."

He was lying.