On one side, Ashido was sprawled upside down over the armrest, scrolling through her phone. Kaminari had his head thrown back, eyes closed. Sero was flipping through a magazine, barely paying attention. Bakugou sat in the corner, feet propped up, scrolling with a scowl on his face, pointedly ignoring the world.

And on the other side, directly in front of Y/n’s seat, stood Kirishima Eijirou.

From the couch, Ashido slowly lowered her phone. Kaminari opened one eye. Sero’s magazine stopped rustling.

Bakugou didn’t even look up. Just let out a short, sharp breath through his nose.