Y/n had made a mistake. A stupid, careless, rookie mistake. She’d followed the berry bushes too far from her known territory, lured by the promise of an easy meal before winter truly set in.

Now her nose was filled with the heavy scent of predators. Musk and fur and something dangerously territorial.

Through the gap in the leaves, she could see them clearly now.

His nostrils flared. He was scenting the air. And then—

Crack.

Y/n’s foot had betrayed her.

Five heads turned. Five sets of predator eyes locked onto the thick bush where she was hiding.

Denki’s ears perked straight up. Mina’s grin widened into something sharp and amused. Kirishima’s hand went to the knife at his belt. Jirou’s tail flicked once, slowly.

And Katsuki Bakugou stared directly at her. Through the leaves. Through the shadows.

His lips curled.