C H A O S || Katsuki Bakugo x OC

U.A. Front Gate – That Afternoon

Kyofu hadn't even made it five steps before a sleek black town car rolled to a stop at the gate. The door flung open, and her mother stepped out, elegant as ever, with oversized sunglasses and a faint smile.

 Her father followed, buttoning his suit jacket and holding a bottle of champagne. 

 "Mom?" Kyofu blinked. "Dad? You flew in?" 

 "Of course we did," her mother said breezily, pulling her into a light hug. 

"Our daughter went viral for getting fake-engaged to a teenage grenade. We couldn't miss this."Her dad gave her a thumbs up.

 "Three million views, kid. That's my girl."Kyofu facepalmed. 

 "Please tell me you're here to scold me."

 "Oh, absolutely not," her mom said, linking arms with her. 

"I love chaos." 

 Staff Room – Fifteen Minutes Later 

Bakugo sat across from Kyofu's father, legs stiff, arms crossed, trying not to combust. 

 "So," her father said, swirling his glass of soda like it was whiskey, "you proposed to my daughter with a paperclip on a livestream?"

 "...Yes, sir." 

"You know I saw the video three times before realizing it wasn't a joke."Bakugo winced."And then I watched it five more times. Because, honestly?" Her dad grinned. "You're my kind of kid."

Bakugo blinked.

 Kyofu, sitting off to the side, just buried her face in her hands."Are you both drunk?" she muttered. 

"Emotionally," her mom said. "Also, we're picking flowers for your future fake wedding on the flight back. Don't fight it." 

Kyofu's Dorm Room – 

That Night, the silence hit like a crash after the absurdity.Her parents had left for Tokyo again—private jet, champagne still uncorked, arguing about centerpieces and Bakugo's jawline.Kyofu was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, a half-laugh stuck in her throat and a storm in her chest.

 The knock at her balcony window startled her.Bakugo was standing on the other side, hoodie up, hands jammed in his pockets.She pushed it open. 

 "You alive?" he asked.

 "My parents are planning our wedding," she deadpanned.He shrugged. 

"Could be worse."

 "Wanna come in?"

 A pause. 

 Then: 

"Yeah." 

Bakugo's Dorm Room – Minutes Later

The tension in the room snapped as Bakugo closed the door behind him, plunging them into a bubble of heat and whispered possibilities. The muted glow of his bedside lamp cast eerie shadows across the walls as Kyofu leaned against the desk, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"I don't even know what this is," she murmured, uncertain, licking her lips. "Are we something? Or is this just some unholy inside joke?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped into her space, closing the distance, his eyes flickering with intensity. In a heartbeat, he grabbed her face, pulling her into a fierce kiss, his lips crashing against hers with an urgency that took her breath away.

The kiss was a storm—hard, passionate, as if they were trying to consume each other whole. She melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands. His taste was intoxicating, a mixture of smoke and adrenaline, igniting every nerve ending in her body.