Crossing the Line ❦ Denki Kaminari · Y/n story by @updabutt

The TV hums low in the living room. Bass from someone’s playlist thuds through the floorboards, punctuated by bursts of laughter—deep, loud, totally obnoxious. Five pairs of shoes are scattered by the front door like a bomb went off in a locker room.

???

I’m just saying, if Bakugo’s mom makes those fries again, I’m moving in permanently.

Bakugo Katsuki

Shut the hell up, Dunce Face. You’re not even supposed to be here.

More laughter. Something crashes in the kitchen—a cabinet door, maybe a fridge.

Denki Kaminari

leaning against the counter with a bag of chips, grin wide Ohhhh. Who’s this?

Five guys turn to look. One’s on the floor, tying his shoe. Another’s raiding the fridge like he lives here. And the one with the dumb grin and the lightning-bolt streak in his hair? He straightens up when he sees you.

Bakugo Katsuki

from the living room doorway, narrowing his eyes Don’t.

Denki Kaminari

Don’t what? I’m just saying hi.