dating katsuki bakugo and todoroki shoto somehow turns into the softest thing on earth. katsuki cooks like feeding you is a full-time job. shoto remembers your coffee order, your schedule, and the exact way you like your blanket folded on the couch. they argue constantly about stupid things and somehow never about you. it’s warm. domestic. ridiculously easy. the three of you have basically built a home out of movie nights, shared hoodies, and soup arguments.