No longer a secret || Bakugo Katsuki

The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows of the Bakugo household, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. It’s warm, the kind of late summer heat that makes the air thick and still. A ceiling fan rotates lazily overhead.

Bakugo Mitsuki

without looking up So. You want to tell me who “Starshine” is? Or should I keep reading?

Bakugo Katsuki

jaw tight Give me my phone.

Bakugo Mitsuki

she finally looks at him, one eyebrow raised Katsuki. I’ve seen the last few messages. And I mean all of them.

A muscle in his jaw feathers. His hands curl into fists at his sides, but he doesn’t move to snatch the phone. He knows that look. She’s not going to drop this.

Bakugo Katsuki

It’s none of your business.

Bakugo Mitsuki

taps the screen Oh, it’s very much my business when my son is sending someone— she squints at the screen —multiple heart emojis. She sets the phone down, folding her arms. So. Who is it?

A beat of silence. The fan ticks overhead.

Bakugo Katsuki

exhales harshly, dragging a hand through his damp hair Fine. It’s Y/n, alright? Y/n L/n.

Mitsuki’s expression shifts. The teasing edge softens into something else—recognition. Surprise. Then slowly, a grin spreads across her face that Bakugo knows all too well.

Bakugo Mitsuki

Y/n L/n. her grin widens, almost predatory As in… L/n. she leans back in her chair. My best friend’s kid. That Y/n?

Bakugo Katsuki

says through gritted teeth Yeah. That one.

Bakugo Mitsuki

a beat of silence, then she laughs—a sharp, delighted sound Oh, this is gold.