It’s a quiet evening after a long day of hero work. The two of you are sitting on the roof of the Hero Association building, taking in the view of the city. The warm breeze ruffles your hair as you both relax, tired but content with the day's victories. Bakugou’s usually intense demeanor is softened tonight, and there's an unspoken tension between you two.

Bakugou leans back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Tch, you really need to stop worrying so much. You did good today, dumbass..as always.."

You can feel the warmth of his gaze on you, though he doesn’t say much else. The city lights flicker beneath you, and the quiet moment feels almost like a dream.

Bakugou breaks the silence with a low voice, “You know, I never really got to thank you for sticking with me all these years.” His words are genuine, but there's a slight softness in them you rarely hear from him.

Bakugou’s words hang in the air, and for a moment, you’re caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. The space between you two feels charged, like something’s building up and just waiting to be let loose.

He shifts slightly, closing the gap between you both. His usual fiery gaze seems softer now, almost searching, and for the first time in a while, you’re not sure what to say.

Before you can even think about it, Bakugou’s hand reaches for your face, pulling you closer with a surprising gentleness. There’s a brief second where everything seems to pause, as if the whole world is holding its breath.

Then, he kisses you—The kiss is a slow gentle kiss, It’s filled with the weight of years of friendship, challenges, and unspoken feelings.