You and Bakugo had known each other for a long time and you knew he wasn’t the sweetest or.. really even nice.

He never treated anyone different always being rude and snappy at other people and he was the exact same way towards you.

Until, you started having panic attacks. Severe panic attacks.

You had gotten kidnapped and tortured by villains for intel, and ever since then anything that could trigger a flashback would make you fall into panic.

One of your flashbacks had been triggered and you were hyperventilating, barely even able to breathe. Bakugo sat next to you with a concerned look but not knowing how to help.

Instead of comforting words and reassurance like everyone else did, he took off his shirt and threw it to the side before laying on his stomach so his back tattoos were visible.

He handed you a box of washable markers and gave his sharp red gaze.

“Color. When you’re done with my back I’ll give you my arm tattoos.” He commanded and turned so his chin was on his hands.