Mha oc

Sleepover

The door to the Bakugou residence swung open, and Katsuki strode inside, not even bothering to glance back at the group following him. His bag was slung over one shoulder, and his usual scowl was firmly in place.

"Eomma! Appa! Nae chingudeuri wassda!" he yelled in Korean, his voice echoing through the lavish entryway. The house screamed expensive: marble floors, sleek modern furniture, and artwork on the walls that looked like they probably belonged in a museum.

Behind him, I whistled low, taking in the sheer size of the place. "Damn, Bakugou, you didn't tell us you lived in a palace."

Kirishima chuckled beside me, dropping his bag onto the floor. "Yeah, man, this is fancy as hell. I thought you'd live in, like, a volcano lair or something."

"Shut it, shitty hair," Katsuki snapped over his shoulder before turning his attention back toward the house. "Eomma! Eodiseo?"

"Naega igi!" came a sharp voice from somewhere in the house. The clack of heels on the marble floor signaled Mitsuki Bakugou's arrival before we even saw her. She rounded the corner, her blonde hair perfectly styled and her expression sharp enough to cut.

"Hokshi joongyo soguye inneun salamdeuri ni chingudeuriya?" Mitsuki asked Katsuki, her tone dripping with sarcastic disbelief as she eyed the rest of us.

Katsuki huffed, clearly used to her antics. "Ne, eomma. Hajiman Woods-eun geureochi anha. Geunyang geu-neun naggeok jaril chaemgie haryeogo haeyo."

"Hey, I know you're talking about me," I said, crossing my arms. "Just because I don't speak Korean doesn't mean I can't tell when I'm being insulted."

Mitsuki's eyes narrowed as she shifted her gaze to me. "Eomeo, geunyang nekkimeun dangshinui. Neo cham naggeokhaji."

Kirishima stifled a laugh, leaning over to whisper, "She just called you cocky."

"Well, she's not wrong," I said with a shrug.

She took one look at me and sighed, her expression a mix of irritation and resignation.

"Oh, great. You're here," she said, not even trying to hide her disdain.

"Aw, Mitsuki, you flatter me," I said, throwing her my best shit-eating grin.

"Don't push your luck, kid," she snapped back, though I could see the faintest twitch of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Mitsuki rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath before walking over to Katsuki. She gestured vaguely toward us. "Jigeum hyeongjegi gwallyeon ireon chingudeuriro kkeutnatda. Geugeosdo aenyeo geu nollaegun, geureon yeokseolui seonggyeneun," she grumbled before walking off.

"She likes me," I said to no one in particular.

"No, she tolerates you," Katsuki corrected, dragging us toward the stairs. "Don't push your luck."

"She hates you, dude," Denki whispered, barely holding back a laugh.

"Nah," I said, leaning back with a grin. "She pretends to hate me, but deep down, I grow on people. Like mold."

Katsuki threw a pillow at my head. "Shut the hell up, Woods."

We dumped our stuff in Katsuki's room, which was surprisingly tidy for someone with his explosive personality. It had a distinct "Katsuki" vibe: dark tones, a few All Might posters, and workout gear in the corner.

As the night wore on, the group settled in for the usual sleepover chaos. Kirishima and Sero were attempting to one-up each other in some ridiculous push-up contest, while Denki scrolled through his phone, laughing at memes he refused to share.

Meanwhile, I was sprawled on the floor, tossing a stress ball into the air and catching it lazily. The house was eerily quiet until Mitsuki poked her head into the room, her eyes immediately landing on me.

"You," she said, pointing a finger at me. "If you break anything, you're paying for it. And don't think I won't charge you double just because I don't like your face."

I sat up, grinning. "Aw, Mitsuki, you're too kind. I feel the love already."

She glared at me for a moment longer before turning on her heel and disappearing down the hall.

"She totally loves me," I said again, louder this time, just to make sure she heard.

Katsuki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Can you not?"

Later that night, after the others had fallen asleep, I found myself in the kitchen, rummaging for snacks. Mitsuki was sitting at the table, sipping tea and scrolling through her phone. She didn't even look up as I grabbed a handful of chips and leaned against the counter.

"You know," I said, breaking the silence, "you're not as scary as you pretend to be."

She raised an eyebrow, finally glancing up at me. "And you're not as charming as you think you are."

I smirked, popping a chip into my mouth. "Touché."

For a moment, we just stared at each other, an unspoken truce settling between us. Maybe she didn't hate me as much as she let on. Or maybe she was just too tired to argue. Either way, I'd take it.