The space was dim, lit only by the television and a single floor lamp. Kirishima and Kaminari were on one couch, controllers in hand, some fighting game paused on screen. Shoto sat in an armchair nearby, a book open on his knee.

And Bakugo was standing.

Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Eyes locked on the doorway the moment you and Mina stepped through it.

Mina went still.

Kirishima's head snapped up. Kaminari muted the TV.

And Bakugo's eyes went wide. Because he saw it. The second it left his mouth. The way your face changed. The way your breath caught.