✿𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚜❀

✿𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜

Denki and Kirishima stared in shock as they arrived at Bakugo's house, both of their mouths practically hanging open.

"Dude... your house is massive!" Denki exclaimed, spinning around to take in the size of the property.

"Tch. Yeah, like I care what you think, spark plug," Bakugo growled, already irritated by the attention.

"Well, dang!" Denki clutched his chest dramatically as if Bakugo's words had physically wounded him.

Kirishima patted him on the back in mock comfort. "It's okay, bro. You'll recover!"

"Shut it, both of you!" Bakugo snapped, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Just follow me, and don't touch anything!"

As the group walked inside, Izuku trailed behind, his steps confident and familiar. He didn't need Bakugo's directions—he already knew the layout of the house like the back of his hand.

When they reached Bakugo's room, Denki's jaw dropped for the second time that day.

"Dude... your room is huge!" he muttered in awe, eyes darting around the space.

"Tch. Yeah, like you," Bakugo grumbled, glaring at him.

Denki faked a tear, clutching his chest. "Well, dang!"

Kirishima pretended to console him, draping an arm over his shoulder. "There, there. Don't take it personally."

Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to his closet, yanking it open. He reached for a few pillows and blankets, intending to grab just enough for the group, but before he could finish, Sero barged past him.

"Why grab just a few when you can grab them all?" Sero exclaimed, tossing pillows and blankets out of the closet in a chaotic mess.

"knock it off!" Bakugo shouted, scrambling to catch some of the falling pillows.

Meanwhile, Denki and Todoroki grabbed a couple of blankets and began trying to assemble a fort.

Bakugo groaned loudly, his frustration growing by the second. "What the hell are you extras doing?! This isn't preschool!"

Izuku, standing off to the side, noticed Bakugo's leg bouncing slightly—a subtle but familiar sign of his growing discomfort. Without hesitation, Izuku approached, gently taking both of Bakugo's hands in his own.

"I've got this," Izuku whispered, his voice steady and calming.

Bakugo stiffened at the contact but didn't pull away, his gaze flickering toward Izuku's kind eyes.

Izuku cleared his throat loudly, immediately catching everyone's attention. The room went silent, the others staring at him with wide eyes.

"Who wants pizza?" Izuku asked, his tone sweet and cheerful.

"ME, ME, ME!" Denki and Sero shouted, their hands shooting into the air like excited kids.

"Alright, then everyone head downstairs!" Izuku instructed, his smile bright and encouraging.

As the group began making their way downstairs, Todoroki lingered in the doorway, his gaze fixed on Bakugo and Izuku.

"Don't get so nervous all the time. I'm right here, darling," Izuku said softly, giving Bakugo's hands a reassuring squeeze.

Bakugo's cheeks turned pink at the affectionate nickname, but his smile quickly faded.

"Stop calling me that..." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Izuku tilted his head in confusion. "Did you mean don't call you 'darling'? Why?"

Bakugo sighed heavily, his expression growing sadder as he mumbled something under his breath.