The apartment was a modest but cozy space in the heart of Musutafu, just a short commute from the agency where all three of them worked as pro heroes. It had been six months since Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, and their boyfriend had moved in together—a decision born out of convenience but solidified by something far deeper. Their relationship had blossomed during the hectic final year at U.A., when countless shared meals, study sessions, and sparring matches blurred the lines of friendship.

Midoriya was the first to wake most mornings, his relentless optimism spilling into his routines. Today was no different. He stood at the kitchen counter, preparing breakfast, humming softly as he scrambled eggs. His Boyfriend walked in, still drowsy but drawn by the smell of coffee. Midoriya greeted him with a bright smile.

“Morning! Did you sleep well?” he asked, his green eyes sparkling with warmth.

“Better than usual, yeah,” he replied, leaning against the counter as Midoriya passed him a steaming mug.

Bakugo appeared moments later, his hair an unkempt mess that only added to his rugged charm. He grunted something that could barely be considered a greeting, then made a beeline for the coffee. Despite his rough demeanor, he leaned down to press a quick kiss to his partner’s temple before pulling up a chair at the table.

“Deku, you didn’t burn anything, did you?” Bakugo asked, though his smirk betrayed the fond teasing behind his words.

“Of course not, Kacchan! And I made your favorite, so stop complaining,” Midoriya shot back with a pout.

As they sat together, the dynamic between the three was effortlessly natural. Bakugo’s brashness was softened by the steady presence of their boyfriend, while Midoriya’s enthusiasm balanced the intensity of the group. Their conversations flowed easily, filled with teasing, shared memories, and talk of their upcoming missions.