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Aldera Middle School weren’t exactly the kinda place where teachers cared much about teaching . Most of ‘em just tried to stop the kids from killin’ each other before the bell rang. The desks were covered in carvings, the lockers had doors hangin’ off the hinges, and the whole building smelled like cheap floor cleaner that somehow still didn’t mask the stink of old sweat and broken air conditioning.
Bakugou Katsuki slouched in his seat near the back, arms crossed, brows furrowed like he was actively willing the school day to end faster. Kariage was kicked back in his chair nearby, balancing on the back legs like he had all the time in the world. Dehisa?
Dehisa was starin’ at somethin’ like it was a loaded weapon .
Bakugou didn’t notice at first—he was too busy zoning out while the teacher half-heartedly scratched some shit on the board. But then the silence from Dehisa's side of the room stretched just a bit too long, and when Bakugou flicked his gaze over, he caught it.
The look.
Tense shoulders, wide eyes, a damn near panicked expression.
Bakugou followed Dehisa’s stare to Hiroko Kanemitsu, who was just getting up from her desk, stretchin’ a bit before walkin’ toward the door.
"…The fuck are you doin’?" Bakugou muttered, brow twitchin'.
Dehisa didn’t answer.
Instead, his eyes were locked on somethin’ left behind on her desk. A bracelet—thin, old, probably important if she wore it every day like she did. And now, it sat there, completely forgotten.
Kariage caught on quick. His gaze flicked between Dehisa and the bracelet, then back again. Then, slow as hell, a grin split across his face.
"Oi. No way ."
Bakugou blinked. "Hah?"
Kariage leaned forward, sharp amusement in his voice. "Dehisa, you lovesick little shit ."
Dehisa damn near choked on air. " The fuck you talkin’ about?! "
Bakugou gave Dehisa a closer look— really looked at him. The red face. The stiff posture. The way he was sweatin’ over a damn bracelet .
Realization hit him like a slap.
"No. No way," Bakugou muttered. "You got a thing for Hiroko?"
Dehisa went full panic mode . "I— NO —fuck off, I don’t —"
Kariage damn near wheezed. "Oh, ya so do ! Shit, this is golden —"
"Shut up !" Dehisa groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Alright, dumbass, then give her the bracelet back."
Dehisa peeked up from his hands like a deer in the headlights. "Wh-what?"
"She’s gonna come back for it, idiot," Bakugou said, leaning back. "Just hand it over when she does."
Dehisa made a strangled noise. Kariage, still grinnin’ like he just won the lottery, leaned in. "Or, we could make this interestin’ ."
Bakugou frowned. "What?"
Kariage turned to Dehisa, eyes glintin’ with mischief. "Instead’a just givin’ it back, we make it memorable . Something she’ll actually think about later."
Dehisa squinted. "The hell does that mean?"
Kariage smirked. "Easy. We make it seem like fate ."
Silence.
Then—
"That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard," Dehisa muttered.
Bakugou, surprisingly, didn’t immediately shoot it down. Instead, he scratched his cheek, lookin’ thoughtful. "…Nah, he’s got a point. Chicks like that kinda crap."
Kariage snapped his fingers. "See? He gets it!"
Dehisa gave Bakugou an absolutely betrayed look. "Ya serious?"
"Either do that or keep sittin’ there like a dumbass."
Dehisa groaned, draggin’ a hand down his face. "Fine. What’s the brilliant plan, then?"
Kariage leaned in, all smug confidence. "We sneak it into her desk. No note, no nothin’—just enough to make her wonder ."
Dehisa stared. " That’s the plan?"
Kariage grinned. "Yep."
Bakugou shrugged. "Could work."
"It won’t ," Dehisa muttered, but he was already reaching for the bracelet.
-----
Hiroko stepped back into class, barely sparin’ a glance at anyone as she strolled toward her desk. Kariage and Bakugou leaned forward, watching , while Dehisa pretended real hard that he didn’t exist.
Hiroko sat down, stretched again, then reached into her desk.
She blinked.
Her fingers wrapped around the bracelet.
Her brows furrowed as she pulled it out, staring at it in confusion. "Huh?"
The boys held their breath.
Hiroko turned to the class. "Hey, anyone see who put this here?"
Dehisa, absolutely sweating bullets , kept his gaze locked on the desk, hoping if he didn’t move, he wouldn’t be noticed.
Unfortunately for him—
"Oh, Dehisa had it earlier!" some nosy bastard called out.
Bakugou and Kariage died on the spot, biting back laughter while Dehisa sat there like he’d been shot .
Hiroko turned, bracelet in hand, and looked directly at him. "Oh, yeah?"
Dehisa, choking under pressure: "Uh. Yeah. Found it ."
A beat of silence. Then—
Hiroko laughed .
"You could’ve just given it to me, y’know?" she said, shaking her head, but there was something fond in her voice.
Dehisa, mentally dying , gave a stiff nod. " Yeah. Sure ."
Bakugou and Kariage lost it the second she turned back around, barely holding in their laughter.
As soon as class ended, the boys regrouped outside.
"Trial run," Kariage declared, hands on his hips. "Next time, we’ll be strategic ."
Bakugou snorted. "Yeah, ‘cause that worked ."
Dehisa dragged a hand down his face. "I fuckin’ hate this."
Too bad. They weren’t lettin’ him escape now.
-----
Konbini’s after school were practically second homes to kids like them.
It was cheap, the clerks didn’t give a shit if you loitered, and there was always some half-price snack you could stretch into a meal.
Bakugou, Kariage, and Dehisa occupied their usual spot outside, sittin’ on the curb, munching on skewers and chugging canned drinks. The failed “fate” plan from earlier still lingered in the air, mostly because Kariage wouldn’t shut the hell up about it.
" Trial run , my ass," Dehisa muttered, stabbing his skewer into the pavement. "I looked like an idiot."
Kariage, grinning, clapped him on the back. "Naw, man. Ya looked like a romantic idiot."
"Great. That’s what I was goin’ for," Dehisa deadpanned.
Bakugou snorted, tossing his empty can into a nearby trash bin. "Coulda been worse. At least ya didn’t trip or some shit."
Dehisa sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Y’know what? Maybe I should just tell her."
The reaction was instantaneous .
Bakugou and Kariage both turned on him like he’d just suggested jumpin’ off a roof for fun.
"Fuck no ," Bakugou said, eyes narrowed.
Kariage pointed at him with his skewer. "Bad plan. Horrible plan. She’s gotta be interested first, or else it’s just awkward."
Dehisa frowned. "What’s awkward about tellin’ someone ya like ‘em?"
Kariage smirked. "Oh, ya sweet summer child."
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Tch. Listen, dumbass. Ya gotta build up her interest. Make her notice ya first ."
Dehisa crossed his arms. "She does notice me."
"Yeah, as her friend ," Kariage said, leaning back on his elbows. "We need to make her see ya as, I dunno… cool ."
Dehisa squinted. "How the hell d’you expect me to do that ?"
Kariage grinned. "Easy. You need a moment ."
Bakugou nodded. "Something she won’t forget ."
Dehisa already regretted this conversation. "…Like what?"
Kariage’s grin widened. "Flip over a table."
Dehisa blinked. " Hah? "
Bakugou squinted. " What? "
Kariage shrugged. "Flip over a table. We hate this school anyway. Act out. Be a menace. Girls like a guy who don’t take shit from authority."
Dehisa groaned, rubbing his temples. "You tryna get me expelled ?"
"Oi, I ain’t sayin’ flip her table," Kariage said, hands up. "Just some asshole teacher’s."
Bakugou snorted. " Dumb ."
Kariage huffed. "Fine, you come up with somethin’, then."
Bakugou thought for a second, then shrugged. "Somethin’ athletic. Look strong. Capable. People eat that shit up."
Kariage considered it. "Yeah. Yeah, that tracks."
Dehisa stared at them both. "So lemme get this straight—either I start a riot or I go do fuckin’ sports ?"
Kariage snapped his fingers. "Nah, man, parkour ."
Dehisa blinked. " What ."
Bakugou, somehow actually considering this, nodded. "Shit, yeah. Jump over somethin’. Make it look easy."
Dehisa sighed. "The fuck am I, a circus act ?"
Kariage grinned. "Exactly. So ya in?"
"...I hate this," Dehisa muttered.
But somehow, somehow , he found himself nodding.
-----
It was hot, kids were hangin’ around the courtyard, and Hiroko was standin’ by the fence with some classmates, laughin’ about somethin’.
Dehisa wiped his palms on his pants, starin’ at the low fence that separated the school yard from the back alley. It wasn’t that high. He could clear it easy.
"Just run up and go," Bakugou muttered beside him.
"Yeah, yeah, don’t think about it," Kariage added.
Dehisa was thinkin’ about it. He was thinkin’ about how dumb this was.
"Go," Bakugou hissed.
" Alright, fuck ."
Dehisa took a breath, shook out his arms, and—
Ran.
He picked up speed, eyes locked on the fence, legs pumping. He could hear Kariage and Bakugou behind him, probably grinning like idiots. He could see Hiroko in his peripheral vision, turnin’ a bit like she noticed him.
This was it. This was his moment .
He leapt.
And immediately fucked it up .
His foot caught the top of the fence. His body jerked midair.
And then—
CRASH.
Dehisa hit the dirt like a sack of bricks.
Silence.
Then—
Laughter.
Not cruel laughter—just the kind that comes when someone absolutely eats shit in the funniest way possible.
Dehisa groaned, face still in the dirt. " Kill me ."
Footsteps. A shadow. Then—
A hand, warm, pressing gently to his shoulder.
"Hey," Hiroko’s voice, somewhere above him. "Ya good?"
Dehisa groaned again. " Dunno yet ."
She laughed .
Not mocking. Just amused .
"The hell were ya doin’?" she asked. "Tryna be impressive or somethin’?"
Dehisa, still face-first in the dirt: "...No?"
Hiroko snorted. "Uh-huh. Sure ."
And then, in the absolute worst moment of his life—she reached out and started dustin’ the dirt off his uniform like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Dehisa short-circuited.
Bakugou and Kariage were cry-laughing behind him.
"You were so close , bro," Kariage wheezed. "So close ."
Bakugou just shook his head. "You’re an actual dumbass."
Hiroko patted his shoulder one last time before stepping back. "Next time, just walk up to me like a normal person, yeah?"
Dehisa, still absolutely dying inside , nodded stiffly.
Hiroko smiled before turning back to her friends. "Good try, though."
Dehisa groaned, dropping his head into his hands.
This was worse than failure .
This was worse than embarrassment.
This was fond amusement .
The boys regrouped after school, Dehisa still sulking while Kariage and Bakugou recounted his glorious fall.
"Trial run," Kariage said again, like he was legally obligated to say it. "Next time, we plan ."
Dehisa groaned. "I hate both of you."
Too bad. He was stuck now.
-----
The school hallway buzzed with students moving between classes, voices blending into a dull roar of conversation. Dehisa stood beneath a high shelf, arms crossed, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. Kariage’s hands were suspiciously empty, having just stacked a tower of books that was doomed to fall at any moment.
"This is the dumbest thing yet," Bakugou muttered, unimpressed.
Kariage flashed a confident grin. "You gotta trust the process."
"The process is gonna get him a concussion."
Ignoring them both, Kariage leaned casually against the shelf, eyes locked on Hiroko as she approached. She was mid-conversation with a friend, completely unaware that her daily routine was about to be interrupted by idiocy.
“Showtime,” Kariage whispered. With a small nudge, he sent the stack of books tumbling.
Dehisa braced himself, fully prepared to catch the books heroically, maybe even shield Hiroko if needed. Instead, they came down way faster than expected.
WHAM.
A particularly thick algebra textbook slammed directly into his forehead. The world tilted, his vision blurred, and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.
A beat of silence followed.
Hiroko stepped around him, looking down as if he were a minor obstacle on the way to class. "…Did’ya just get taken out by maths?"
Bakugou snorted. Kariage, the traitor, was on the floor wheezing.
From his position of absolute defeat, Dehisa muttered, "I hate both of you."
"That was…" Bakugou tilted his head. "That was not heroic."
Hiroko, clearly unimpressed, continued walking without another glance.
Kariage wiped a tear from his eye. "Okay. Maybe not our best work."
Dehisa groaned. If this was how things were starting, he was doomed.
-----
Lunch break found them in their usual spot, huddled around a notebook while Dehisa nursed the bruise forming on his forehead.
"I ain’t writin’ it," he declared.
"Yeah, we know, dumbass," Bakugou muttered, already scribbling on the paper. "You write like a toddler."
Kariage nodded sagely. "And this needs style . Mystery. Romance." He struck an exaggerated pose.
Dehisa squinted at him. "I will throw you both out the window."
They crafted what could generously be called a heartfelt confession before slipping it into Hiroko’s locker. The plan was solid. Foolproof.
Fifteen minutes later, Hiroko stood at the front of the class, holding up the note with a raised eyebrow.
"Wow," she said, voice laced with amusement. "Whoever wrote this has such passion. Such... distinct handwriting."
Dehisa stiffened. His ears burned.
Bakugou sighed, barely looking up. "She knows, dumbass."
Kariage covered his face, dying inside.
Hiroko twirled the paper between her fingers, her smirk making everything so much worse. "Maybe it was… Deku ?"
Dehisa sat up so fast his chair screeched. "WHY WOULD IT BE DEKU?!"
Hiroko just laughed and pocketed the note, leaving Dehisa sitting there in silent horror.
He slowly turned toward Bakugou and Kariage. "Kill me."
Kariage patted his shoulder, fighting a grin. "Later. We gotta watch the rest of this trainwreck first."
-----
After school, they walked toward the station. Hiroko was a few steps ahead, talking with Ikuko, which gave Dehisa just enough time to panic internally .
"This one’s easy," Kariage said, nudging him. "Just tell her she looks good."
"Or at least not like a total idiot," Bakugou added. "Low bar, but maybe you can manage."
Dehisa inhaled sharply and nodded. " Right. I got this."
He did not got this.
The moment he opened his mouth, his brain short-circuited.
"You, uh… blink really efficiently."
Hiroko paused mid-step, turning to him slowly. "...What?"
Dehisa internally screamed. He pushed forward, desperate to salvage the situation.
"Your backpack… looks durable."
Kariage choked on laughter. Bakugou turned away, shoulders shaking.
Dehisa felt his soul leaving his body .
Hiroko raised an eyebrow. "...Nice elbows?"
Dehisa’s entire existence collapsed in on itself.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
"See ya tomorrow, charmer," Hiroko called after him, way too smug.
Bakugou clapped Kariage on the back. "I take it back. This is hilarious ."
-----
The next morning, Kariage had a new plan.
"Alright, listen," he announced as they sat in the back of the classroom, waiting for the lesson to start. "We need to have a sleepover. Strategic purposes ."
Dehisa groaned. "What, so I can die in private instead of in public?"
"Exactly," Kariage said, completely serious.
Bakugou nodded. "Makes sense."
Dehisa stared at them. " No, it doesn’t! "
Kariage ignored him. "We go to my place. We analyze everything that went wrong. We make a plan that actually works —"
Dehisa let out a strangled noise. Bakugou smirked.
"Man, I cannot wait to watch you suffer," Bakugou said.
Kariage threw an arm around Dehisa’s shoulders. "Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll get you through this. Or at least, we’ll try ."
Dehisa groaned. " Worst friends ever. "
"Love you too," Kariage said cheerfully.
As the bell rang and the teacher entered, Dehisa slumped onto his desk, resigning himself to whatever chaos awaited him this weekend.
-----
Kariage’s living room was a mess, but they didn’t care.
The floor was littered with crumpled snack wrappers, a half-empty bag of chips spilling onto the threadbare carpet. Beer bottles—Kariage’s brothers, Kenzo’s, obviously—were scattered near the couch, and the ashtray on the table overflowed with cigarette butts. The faint smell of smoke clung to the walls, soaked into the cushions.
It was the kind of place most people wouldn’t want to spend the night, but to Bakugou and Dehisa, it was just Kariage’s house . It managed to be homey in a way Bakugou’s wasn’t, and it was theirs for the night, so it was enough.
Kenzo wasn’t home, he’d left soon after the boys had arrived, going to his girlfriend’s house for the night.
They made camp in the middle of the room, dragging out blankets and sleeping bags, a pile of stolen pillows growing by the minute. The TV was on, playing some old, half-forgotten show in the background, just loud enough to fill the silence.
They weren’t getting serious about planning yet. First, they had incredibly serious mandatory sleepover tasks to fulfill.
-----
They started with video games.
Bakugou and Dehisa were both too competitive, snarling insults at each other every time one of them lost. Kariage, as always, played dirty—unapologetically screen-cheating, using cheap tactics, and lighting a cigarette mid-match like he wasn’t about to get wrecked.
Bakugou smacked it out of his mouth without even looking away from the screen.
"Oi, don’t blow that shit in my face."
Kariage just picked the cigarette up off the floor, grinning. " Calm down, princess. You’ll live. "
Dehisa was too busy raiding the kitchen to care. He returned a few minutes later, holding up his findings.
"Bro, why you got, like, one expired cup ramen and a bag of dry cereal?"
Kariage shrugged. " Don’t like it? Starve. "
That led to dumb dares.
Kariage dared Dehisa to chug some mystery liquid from the fridge. Dehisa, being an idiot, did it.
It did not go well.
" Why the fuck— " Dehisa gagged, " —does it taste like soy sauce and death? "
Kariage was nearly crying from laughter. " That was Kenzo’s leftover broth. No idea how old it is. "
"Hope it kills me," Dehisa groaned, curling up on the floor.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Shoulda used it for your confession. Hiroko’d take pity on you."
They devolved into laughter again, throwing insults, shoving at each other. It was stupid, it was immature, but it was them.
Eventually, they crashed onto the floor, exhaustion creeping in. They weren’t asleep yet—just sprawled across the blankets, watching the ceiling, still wired but too tired to keep up the chaos.
That’s when Bakugou, ever impatient, sat up and crossed his arms.
"Alright. Enough bullshit. What’s the actual plan? "
Dehisa, still curled up, cracked an eye open. " Dunno, you tell me. I only broke my face for your last idea. "
Kariage snorted. "You could try the classic ‘oh no, there’s only one seat left next to me’ move."
Dehisa rolled onto his back. "She sits next to me all the time , dumbass."
" Then make her jealous," Bakugou said. " Get another girl to flirt with you. "
" Yeah, " Dehisa deadpanned, " let me just summon another girl out of thin air in this school where everyone knows everyone. "
Kariage tapped his chin. "Bet we could pay someone."
Dehisa raised an eyebrow. " You got money?"
Kariage hesitated. "...No."
The brainstorming continued.
A love letter? Been there, done that.
A grand romantic gesture? After the last disaster? No thanks.
" What about confessing through song? " Kariage suggested, just to piss off Bakugou.
Bakugou immediately threw a pillow at his face. " Shut the fuck up", He groaned and rubbed his temples. " This is so stupid. Just tell her already. "
Both Kariage and Dehisa stared at him like he’d grown a second head.
Dehisa sat up. " And ruin the suspense? "
" The suspense of what? " Bakugou snapped. " Watching you make an ass of yourself? "
" Yes. "
Bakugou rolled his eyes, shifting to lie back against the pile of pillows. His arm brushed against Kariage’s, warm even through the fabric of his hoodie. He didn’t move away.
Kariage didn’t either.
The conversation kept moving, but Bakugou felt it— noticed it. Just for a second.
Then Kariage smirked, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy grin. " New plan: We orchestrate a moment after school where you and Hiroko end up alone. No dumb stunts, no weird theatrics—just a normal-ass conversation. "
It wasn’t a brilliant plan, but for once, it wasn’t the worst thing they’d ever come up with.
Dehisa was still nervous, but… it was doable.
Bakugou scoffed, but his pulse felt annoyingly loud in his ears.
"...Shoulda done this in the first place."
-----
By the time they finally settled in for the night, the TV was still playing, its glow flickering against the walls.
Kariage sat near the open window, cigarette in hand, exhaling slowly into the night air. He wasn’t looking at them—just watching the streetlights outside, his face unreadable in the dim light.
Bakugou, lying on the floor, watched him for a moment.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t point it out.
But there was something about it—something that reminded him why he’d insisted on going to Aldera instead of some fancy private school his parents would’ve easily paid for.
Instead of saying anything, he reached over, grabbed a blanket, and threw it at Kariage’s head.
"Go to sleep, dumbass."
Kariage huffed, tugging the blanket off his face, but there was a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Dehisa yawned, rolling onto his side.
"...This plan better work."
Bakugou snorted. " Knowing you? Probably not. "
But they’d find out tomorrow.
For now, they just let the silence settle, the glow of the TV flickering as they slowly drifted off.
-----
Lunchtime. School courtyard.
The boys sat in a half-circle, backs against the sun-warmed concrete, going over the plan for what felt like the hundredth time.
" Just walk up and say it ," Bakugou muttered, arms crossed, barely looking up from his food. " No weird stunts, no bullshit. Just tell her. "
Dehisa groaned, running a hand down his face. " But what if she rejects me? What if she laughs? What if I forget how to talk again? "
Kariage smirked, picking at the peeling label of his drink bottle. " Dude, she’s already laughed at you, like, three times. "
" Then she’ll be used to it, " Bakugou deadpanned. " Just get it over with or I’m shoving you into traffic. "
Dehisa shot him a betrayed look. " Encouraging. "
" Motivating, " Bakugou corrected.
Dehisa groaned again, but before he could spiral any further, Kariage clapped a hand on his back and pointed toward the courtyard. " Look, she’s sitting alone right now. Perfect opportunity. "
Hiroko was at a bench, lunch in hand, completely oblivious to the absolute disaster of a confession about to unfold.
" This is it, " Kariage said, giving Dehisa a little shove. "Go ."
Dehisa gulped, took a breath, and stood.
He made it three steps before the panic hit.
His legs felt weird. His hands? Where did they even go? Did people normally just let them swing when they walked? He didn’t know anymore.
Then, before he could rethink every decision that led him to this moment, he was standing in front of her.
Hiroko looked up. " …What? "
Dehisa opened his mouth.
" …Hi. "
Painful silence.
From behind a bush, Kariage exhaled through his nose. " He’s choking. "
" He’s always choking, " Bakugou replied flatly.
" It’s painful to watch. "
After ten full seconds of Dehisa’s brain buffering, Hiroko sighed and smiled.
" If you’re gonna confess, just do it already. "
Dehisa blinked. " Wait—you knew?! "
Hiroko gave him a look . " Obviously. You’ve been making it painfully obvious for, like, a month. "
" Called it, " Kariage muttered from the bush.
Dehisa felt like he’d just been hit by a bus. " Then—why didn’t you say anything? "
" Because I wanted to hear you actually say it. "
Dehisa inhaled sharply. Okay. No backing out now.
" Okay, but—like—I really like you, and I think you’re amazing, and I’d really like to go out with you. Officially. "
Silence.
Then Hiroko grinned. " Took you long enough. "
" …Wait. "
" Sure, I’d love to. "
And before Dehisa could even fully process it, Hiroko stepped closer, rising up on her tiptoes to press a quick, light kiss to his cheek.
His brain blipped out of existence .
" See you later, " she said, grinning as she turned to walk off, completely unaffected.
Meanwhile, Dehisa.exe had officially crashed .
As soon as Hiroko was out of sight, Dehisa turned around, wide-eyed, touching his cheek like he’d just been blessed by the heavens.
The boys tackled him instantly.
" Bro, " Kariage cackled. " You actually did it. I’m so proud, you’re all grown up. "
" I thought you were gonna drop dead right there, " Bakugou said, crossing his arms.
Dehisa blinked, still dazed. " I… I have a girlfriend now? "
" Yeah, you do, " Kariage confirmed.
Pause.
Then, as if someone had hit the play button, Dehisa exploded into motion.
" HOLY SHIT, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!! "
He sprinted across the courtyard like an absolute maniac, arms flailing.
Bakugou sighed. " I regret helping him. "
Kariage shook his head. " This was a mistake. "
-----
That night, they met up again—same messy apartment, same busted couch, same disaster of a sleepover crew.
Dehisa was on cloud nine, grinning like an idiot, recounting the confession for the fiftieth time. " And then she was like ‘Sure, I’d love to’ and I almost died right there, man— "
" WE KNOW, " Bakugou groaned, pelting a handful of popcorn at him. " SHUT UP. "
Kariage laughed, lounging back against the couch. "Let the man have his moment, Kaachan. "
Bakugou whipped a pillow at his face. " Don’t call me that. "
Kariage just smirked, catching the pillow before lazily tossing it back. "Whatever you say, Kaachan. "
Bakugou scoffed, but didn’t argue.
The night stretched on, video games and dumb jokes filling the hours. It was stupid, chaotic, and perfect.
And maybe, just maybe, Bakugou didn’t mind that Kariage was sitting just a little too close.