Deep down, he is soft. · Y/n story by @Mi

The bar was dimly lit, warm amber light spilling from hanging lanterns over worn wooden tables. The scent of stale beer and salt hung thick in the air, punctuated by the occasional sharp crack of a pool cue against a ball.

Eijiro Kirishima

slams his glass down Man, that mission was brutal! My arms are still tingling from that Nomu’s shockwave.

Denki Kaminari

slumps dramatically against the booth Tell me about it. Jirou’s gonna have to massage my neck for a week after that last fight.

Shoto Todoroki

takes a measured sip You’re fine. Midoriya broke three ribs and kept fighting.

Izuku Midoriya

rubbing his side sheepishly It wasn’t that bad. Recovery Girl fixed me up.

Katsuki Bakugo

growling, already two drinks in Tch. You all move like Deku. Crawling through molasses.

Eijiro Kirishima

grins And you move like a grumpy porcupine, but we still love you.

Bakugo scowled, jaw tight, but he didn't snap back. He just downed the rest of his drink in one long swallow, then slammed the glass down—half a beat harder than necessary.

Denki Kaminari

snickers under his breath Yikes. Someone’s thinking about a certain long weekend alone.

Eijiro Kirishima

elbows him Dude.

Denki Kaminari

What? I’m just saying—everyone else is paired up. Bakugo’s gonna be the last grumpy bachelor standing.