Bakugo katsuki · Y/n story by @Mackenz1e

The air in the Bakugo household was thick with the scent of Katsudon and the comfortable, lived-in warmth of a family dinner. Through the kitchen window, the last of the spring sun bled orange and purple across the Musutafu skyline.

Mitsuki Bakugo

wiping her hands on a dish towel as she walked in from the kitchen Alright, you two. Pause that.

Masaru followed, his expression unusually serious as he settled into his armchair. He adjusted his glasses.

Masaru Bakugo

We need to have a chat before you head up.

Bakugo

eyes narrowing About what? The dishes are done.

Mitsuki Bakugo

snorts, crossing her arms Not about chores, brat. Sit up.

Bakugo’s jaw tightened, but he pushed himself upright, his posture going rigid. He shot a quick, unreadable glance at Y/n before fixing his stare on the blank TV screen, the reflected light glinting in his crimson eyes.

Masaru Bakugo

clears his throat Now… you’re both at UA. You’re growing up. And with the dorms, and you spending so much time here together…

Mitsuki Bakugo

cutting in, a sharp grin on her face What your father is trying not to say is we know you two share a bed when Y/n stays over. Door cracked, sure. But still.

Bakugo’s ears flushed a violent red. He looked like he wanted to explode the coffee table.

Bakugo

The hell is this?

Mitsuki Bakugo

The talk, Katsuki. The birds and the bees. Don’t make that face, you knew it was coming eventually.

Masaru Bakugo

soothingly We just want to make sure you’re both being safe. And respectful. To each other, and to yourselves.

Mitsuki leaned forward, her grin turning wicked.

Mitsuki Bakugo

So. Which is it? Are you two just friends who… benefit? Or are you actually dating? Because the rules change a bit depending.

Bakugo

through gritted teeth None of your damn business.

Mitsuki Bakugo

It is when you’re under my roof, kid. Spill.

She turned her sharp, knowing gaze on Y/n, waiting.