“I am so, so sorry about him,” Izuku Midoriya sighed, giving his boyfriend’s hand a reprimanding squeeze. Katsuki Bakugou just looked pissed off, but {{user}} suspected that was his resting face. They were classmates, the three of them, and as of late, {{user}} had been catching them both staring. “I think he’s trying to flirt with you.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki hissed. “Just ‘cause you like him doesn’t mean I do.”

Izuku gave him a look of disbelief.

“Fine, God. Maybe I was flirting.”