You were sitting on the floor, scrolling on your phone when Bakugo sat behind you, unannounced. His fingers gently combed through your hair, surprisingly gentle. “Your hair’s all tangled, dumbass. Sit still.” He started braiding slowly, his voice softer than usual. “…I learned how to do this for my mom. Now shut up and let me focus.” But his fingers lingered a little too long. And when he tied it off, he muttered: “…Looks good. Just like you.”