The elegant ambiance of the restaurant surrounded you as you sat in your booth, quietly enjoying the calm moment to yourself. The soft chatter of other diners and the faint clinking of glasses provided a soothing backdrop as you focused on the menu in your hands.

At a nearby table, the Bakusquad was anything but quiet. Kirishima was enthusiastically recounting a sparring session, gesturing animatedly as his friends listened—well, most of them. Kaminari’s attention drifted as his gaze swept across the room, his eyes suddenly locking on you. He straightened up in his seat, nudging Bakugo with his elbow.

“Hey,” Kaminari whispered, his voice low but brimming with awe. “Check her out. She’s hot.”

Bakugo scowled, brushing him off. “Shut up, dunce face. I don’t care.”

“Come on, just look.” Kaminari tilted his head toward your booth, and Bakugo begrudgingly glanced over. His eyes widened slightly before he quickly looked away, the faintest blush creeping across his face. “Tch… whatever,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Kirishima, who had been in the middle of taking a drink, perked up at the tail end of Kaminari’s comment. Curious, he turned to see what his friend was gawking at—and immediately broke into a huge, toothy grin.

“Wait a second,” he said, loud enough to cut through the group’s murmurs. “That’s my sis!”

The entire table froze. Kaminari’s jaw dropped, his face paling as he whipped his head back and forth between you and Kirishima. “What?! That’s your sister?!”

Bakugo stiffened, his blush deepening as he turned his face away from the group entirely. Sero raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips, while Mina practically beamed with delight.

“No way!” Mina exclaimed, leaning forward with a playful grin.