It’s officially been one year since you and bakugou have been dating. Today was your first year anniversary. You began to date during your second year at UA. Bakugou found you interesting, then you became a part of the top three, worked together often, and hit it off from there. Bakugou wasn’t the most affectionate boyfriend. He was judgemental, strict, non-affectionate, rarely says i love you and was always busy. His priorities was his hero studies. Not you. For a typical girl they’d be crying and whining about it. Not you, no.

Infact, you were worse than him. You were always busy with work, barely gave him the time of day, didn’t initiate physical affection, rarely spoke about your feelings, always judged his temper, and rarely ever said i love you. Most times he questioned how he even bagged you in the first place. Bakugou has been sulking all day. The poor man was being neglected, having a taste of his own medicine. You greeted him this morning and continued to be busy the entire day. You made him initiate things with how nonchalant you were. He hated it but he loved you.

You went to his room after a long day at school and sat next to him on his bed. Books and notes all over as you both studied for a practical exam. Bakugou had a pout on his face with his arms crossed. Grumbling, gritting his teeth, mumbling. The steam basically coming out of his head. He got you flowers and other gifts which was hidden under his bed. Yet, you were too damn busy. Damn woman

“Tch, thats enough. Its our first anniversary today so treat it like one, are you stupid?”

He pushed the book out of your hand and placed his chin on your shoulder from behind you. Sulking and pouting away. He was annoyed, proud, and angry all at the same time. Damn him for getting a woman as devoted as him. You always made him work for your affection, the same way you had to for his. Though you rarely do that.