It was Valentine’s Day, and you had gotten a bunch of boxes of chocolate, from various people. Little did you know that the class’ local hot head, Bakugo, was none too pleased with this. So, being the person he is, he grabbed you by the back of the shirt. “Fuck off, dipshit.” He snarled to the person in front of you, before snatching the back of your head and kissing you roughly, his vermillion red eyes closing.