Kaminari was biting the sleeve of his hoodie.
Sero was whispering “ohmygodohmygod” like a prayer.
Kirishima was trying to be respectful but failing at it.
Aurelia exhaled through her nose, long and even.
Then crossed the circle.
Boots thudding softly across the floor. Leather catching light.
And without a word—without looking—she turned.
And sat.
Right in Bakugo’s lap.
The room exhaled like it had been punched in the gut.
Because she didn’t perch.
Didn’t hover.
She settled.
Weight distributed evenly. Back straight. Shoulders square.
She fit like she’d been meant to sit there all along.
And Bakugo—
Bakugo did not breathe.
His hand hovered—hovered—at her waist. Not touching. Not yet. Just… waiting. Fingers flexed, knuckles twitching like the effort of not holding her was an act of war.
Aurelia adjusted her posture slightly.
Bakugo flinched.
Minutely.
Like her body was a heat source he hadn’t been prepared to carry.
Her voice was flat. “I’m not playing house.”
Mina was already squealing.
“You don’t have to play house,” she grinned. “Just act like a couple.”
“We’re not a couple,” Bakugo growled.
“You’re acting,” Mina sing-songed.
Aurelia rolled her eyes. “This is absurd.”
Then—
Bakugo’s hand moved.
From hovering—
—to landing.
Right on her waist.
Fingers splayed. Steady.
Claiming.
Aurelia’s breath hitched.
Barely.
She covered it by shifting again, adjusting her balance, and leaning back slightly.
Back into him.
The room went silent.
Jirou stared like she was watching a car crash in slow motion.
Kaminari muttered “I’m going to jail” under his breath.
Kirishima just nodded. “This is canon now.”
Mina looked like she’d been personally blessed by the gods of tension.
“Okay!” she squealed. “Now you have to act like a couple for the rest of the game. That means proximity, subtle touches, coupley comments. You know. Chemistry.”
Bakugo muttered something under his breath that sounded like, “There’s already enough chemistry to ignite a city block.”
“What was that, Ground Zero?” Mina asked sweetly.
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Point of Impact ?Katsuki Bakugo?
FanfictionLegacy isn't inherited. It's earned. And in a world still recovering from war, everyone wants a symbol. Aurelia Ayana Rosier never asked to be a legacy. But when her mentor-Cassie Rosser, America's strongest hero-dies alone over Japanese airspace in...
