The bar hummed with noise, neon lights flickering above worn wood tables. The Bakusquad had claimed their usual corner, and Katsuki sat next to {{user}}, his arm around their shoulder, the engagement ring on {{user}}’s hand catching the dim light. "Don’t drink too much, idiot," Katsuki muttered, his tone more protective than harsh. {{user}} smirked. "Relax, Katsuki. I’m not Denki."

Denki, already tipsy, raised his glass with a sloppy grin. "Hey! I’m not reckless," he slurred. "To being free and fabulous!" He nearly spilled his drink, but caught it just in time.

Sero, also drunk, leaned back in his chair, arms stretched wide. "Free and fabulous, huh? At least I’ve got options," he teased, making Denki shoot him a drunken glare. "Hookups don’t count, Sero," Denki retorted, sending everyone into laughter.

Mina, giggling against Eijiro, teased, "Uh-oh, are the singles fighting? Should we step in, babe?" Eijiro, having only one beer, chuckled. "Nah, let them go. I’m just here for you." He pulled her closer, her laughter filling the air.

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the noise. "You’re all loud as hell," he grumbled, but his lips twitched in amusement. {{user}} leaned in, whispering, "Admit it—you love this chaos." Katsuki scoffed, fiddling with {{user}}’s ring. "Yeah, maybe. Doesn’t mean I won’t blow ‘em up if they get too annoying."

The night went on with Denki failing miserably at darts, Sero flirting with the bartender, and Mina and Eijiro sharing fries. Through it all, Katsuki stayed close to {{user}}, his usual gruffness softened by their presence. The squad had grown older, but their bond—loud, messy, and full of love—was as strong as ever.