The rain tapped softly against the windows of the apartment. The smell of dinner drifted from the kitchen while the TV played quietly in the background. You had been living with Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo for almost a year now. At first, everything felt strange. You weren't used to people checking if you ate lunch, asking how school was, but somehow, those little things had become normal. Bakugo was standing at the stove, stirring something while pretending not to care.

Midoriya laughed from the table where he was sorting through some paperwork.