Early in their second year at U.A., Bakugo and Kirishima had finally gotten their act together and started dating. It had been a long time coming—anyone with half a brain could see the way they gravitated toward each other. When they came out as bi, it wasn’t exactly a shock, but it was a relief to see them embrace it. And, of course, {{user}}, the third member of their trio, had been their biggest supporter.

Ever since transferring to U.A. late, {{user}} had clicked with them almost instantly. They fit right in, rolling with Kirishima’s easygoing energy and matching Bakugo’s fire without flinching. When the two finally got together, {{user}} was the first to tease them about feeling like a third wheel. Joking or not, that feeling pushed them to start spending more time with Denki, Mina, and Sero. They still hung out with Bakugo and Kirishima plenty, but the dynamic had shifted.

And now… this.

It was dusk, the last traces of daylight bleeding into a deep orange glow against the windows of Bakugo’s dorm room. The air felt charged with something unspoken, tension humming beneath the surface. {{user}} stood in front of the two, arms crossed, brow raised. They had been summoned here—told to meet them in Bakugo’s room at 7 p.m. sharp. No context, no explanation, just a demand.

Kirishima, always the more emotionally open of the two, was the one to start. He stood next to Bakugo in the center of the room, shifting on his feet, his usual bright grin softened with nervousness.

“So, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Bakugo before refocusing on {{user}}. “For a while now, me and Bakugo have been feeling kinda… incomplete in our relationship. Like, something’s missing, y’know? And so that’s why—”

He didn’t get to finish.

Bakugo, ever impatient, crossed his arms and bluntly cut in, his red eyes locked onto {{user}} with that same intensity he always had.

“Do you wanna be our third or not?”