As Mitsuki Bakugō showed you and your father into the grounds, your eyes immediately begin to scan over the large garden- brick paths winding around rose bushes, a large willow overhanging a man-made lake, the beautiful white swans swimming in the clear blue waters. You took it all in, before finally settling on him. Stood in what looked to be an arena. Shirtless and sparring a boy with tall, spiked red hair that looked like horns on the top of his head. The Bakugō heir pummelling the other with brutal explosion after explosion, until the other fell to the ground. Holding his hands up in defeat.. He didn't seem to be seriously injuries though, from what you could hear, he was laughing.

You turn to Mitsuki, who gave you a small smile before brushing her spiky blonde hair back out of her face, and leading you closer to her son.

He looked a lot like her; the same tanned skin, ash blonde spikes and crimson eyes. But he was larger, in both height and muscle mass which only grew more evident as glistening beads of nitroglycerin-like sweat ran down through the crevices of his bare chest.

Now that he was finished sparring with who you could only assume was his friend, his crimson eyes fell onto you. A single, perfectly arched brow, raising in suspicion. He gave his mother a curious look, before speaking.

"Since when did you bring Russian scum into our home?"

He kissed his teeth, picking up a towel and dabbing his forehead before throwing it over his shoulder. Stalking the few steps towards you.

"It's bad enough I had to go to god damn school with this extra, now you bring em here when I'm finally free of those dead eyes?"

He didn't seem pleased, but after a while it all seemed to muddle together. Their voices muffled, all you could focus on was how his jaw ticked as he spoke, how his posture tightened. Fists shook. You didn't know how long you stood there, before he flicked your forehead with an angry expression.

"If we're gunna be engaged extra, the least you can do is pay attention when I speak. Got it?"