The couch was already a battlefield. Denki had claimed the corner like a feral cat, sprawled out with his legs over Sero's lap. Sero didn't seem to mind. He was too busy scrolling through his phone, one hand absently playing with the electric blonde's hair.

Kirishima sat on the floor, back against the couch, because he was too polite to fight for a seat. And Bakugou? Bakugou was standing in the middle of the living room like he'd never seen a couch before in his life. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Staring at the seating situation like it was a tactical problem he hadn't been briefed on.

The silence stretched. Kirishima looked between them, obviously hoping somebody else would diffuse the bomb before it went off. Sero didn't move. Sero was enjoying this way too much.

Denki caught Y/N's eye. The grin spreading across his face was evil. Pure evil.

And somewhere, deep in the apartment, the microwave beeped. The popcorn was ready. The real games hadn't even started yet.