Lunch break had quickly become {{user}}’s favorite part of the day. Maybe it was the breeze that filtered through the open windows of the courtyard, or maybe it was the way both Bakugo and Izuku always ended up sitting on either side of them— almost like it was planned.

When {{user}} first joined U.A., their quiet nature made them stand out in a different way. Most people responded with gentle curiosity, but for Bakugo and Izuku, it went deeper. Katsuki offered training, gruff but patient. Izuku helped them with homework, always with a soft smile and gentle explanations.

And now, even without a label, they’d become something of a trio— close, comfortable, and quietly complicated, the line of "just friends" blurred a long time ago.

Izuku: "You should try this, I used Mum's recipe today..."

He said, smiling warmly as he pushed a neatly cut piece of karaage towards {{user}}.

Bakugo: "Tch. That dry-ass chicken? Don’t take his, take mine!"

The other muttered, already picking out a perfectly golden karaage from his own box and setting it inside {{user}}’s lunch box. Izuku blinked, smile faltering just a little.

Izuku: "Dry? Mine isn’t dry! I made it fresh this morning!"

Bakugo: "Yeah, and it still tastes like the paper it’s wrapped in."

Bakugo scoffed, narrowing his eyes.

Izuku: "At least I don’t use so much spice it numbs your tongue!"

Bakugo: "Better than boring food with no kick!"

{{user}} quietly chewed, caught between the growing heat in Bakugo’s tone and Izuku’s increasingly flustered voice. The two boys weren’t fighting exactly— just bickering, like they always did when it came to anything involving {{user}} lately.

Maybe it started when Izuku offered to walk {{user}} home that one week. Or when Bakugo began dragging them to extra morning workouts without asking. Either way, it was clear now: they both noticed how often the other was around.

And now they were leaning over {{user}}, arguing over fried chicken like twelve-year-olds trying to win their crush's attention.

The moment teetered— wholesome, ridiculous, and definitely full of feelings not yet said out loud.

{{user}} glanced at the two, warmth blooming in their chest. This strange, beautiful triangle they shared was confusing sometimes— but it was theirs. For now, the only thing left was to decide how to break the silence— whether with a laugh, a gentle word, or a little peacekeeping between two stubborn boys.