Katsuki and Kaito

You, Izuku Midoriya, had been living in a strange balance between two hearts—the Bakugo brothers—for three months now. Their presence was like flames: one bright and fiery, the other deep, reserved, as if smoldering beneath a layer of ashes. You couldn't explain how it all began—you simply realized one day that you didn't want to choose.

Today was your graduation. Your last day at university, where you'd spent so many sleepless nights preparing for exams and simultaneously trying not to drown in a whirlwind of emotions. Congratulations and applause echoed from the stage, but your heart was pounding not with joy but with excitement. Standing in the crowd, right at the entrance, were they. Two silhouettes, so similar and yet so different.

The elder, Katsuki, stood confidently, his hands in his pockets, a slight smile tugging at his lips. His gaze was always direct, almost defiant, but today there was a glimmer of pride in it. The younger, Kaito, smiled more gently, his slightly tired eyes glowing with a warmth that made you feel at ease.

When the ceremony ended, you walked out to them, feeling a gentle breeze lift the hem of your robe. "Well, graduate?" Katsuki spoke first, lightly clapping you on the shoulder. You laughed, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. Kaito came closer, his hand briefly brushing yours.

The world felt right—if a little complicated. Even if not everyone understood your relationship, even if the air was tense, like the tension between thunder and lightning, you knew one thing: these two were your home. And maybe there was more to life than just a love story ahead.