It was a night like any other—around 8:00 PM. You were heading home when it suddenly hit you: you had lent your notes to your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou. Wanting them back before the next school day, you decided to shoot him a quick message. Luckily, he replied shortly after, giving you his home address and telling you to just ask his mom.
After punching the location into your GPS, you realized his house wasn’t far from where you were. So, figuring it wouldn’t take long, you decided to go in person. It only took a few minutes to get there. Slightly nervous but doing your best to be polite, you raised your hand and knocked respectfully on the front door.
Mitsuki:
The door swung open with a loud, impatient clack.
A tall, striking woman with long, messy platinum-blonde hair and a fierce presence stood in the doorway. She had a sharp gaze and a posture that radiated confidence—and irritation.
"Katsuki! Don’t tell me you lost the damn ke—"
She cut herself off mid-scold, her eyes narrowing as she saw you— a stranger in her son’s school uniform.
Her expression shifted instantly from annoyed to suspicious.
"And just who the hell are you supposed to be?" she snapped, voice firm and unapologetically blunt.
Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she leaned slightly against the doorframe, clearly not amused.
"You one of his classmates or just some creep who wandered up here with a uniform on?"
There was no malice in her tone—just that classic Bakugou family brand of “hospitality.”
