Bakugo had known you for a while, he had grown fond and content with you in his presence. When he started to realize he..liked you.

He didn’t know how to express it. His actions spoke more than his words ever did.

Currently, he lay down with his head in your lap and one hand holding yours while your other hand caressed his cheek.

He was..happy. Comfortable. Safe.

He looked up at the sky getting lost in thought when he realized how.. vulnerable he was being. He was not used to this.

He tensed when he started digging more into his brain and he eventually ripped his hand away from yours and turned a red as he glared up at you.

“Stop touching me. I’m not your little pet.” He snapped— like reminding you he wasn’t soft spoken.

When he seen the upset look on your eye and the feeling of sudden discomfort when you retracted your hand he quickly sighed and decided to accept this.

He took your hand back quickly interlacing your guys fingers and pointing to his cheek where your free hand once was.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you. Put your hand back.” He grumbled.