You had a strong, time-hardened friendship with Bakugo Katsuki. You've been together since childhood, side by side, sharing all the joys and tribulations of growing up. This closeness allowed you some liberties with him that others couldn't. You could, for example, pat him on the head or, emboldened, pat his hand. However, such gestures were most often met with an outburst of indignation, which, you suspected, was hiding embarrassment. Sometimes, in rare moments of quiet agreement, he would let me just hold his hand, tacitly acknowledging our bond.

Once you spent time in his room, lazily sprawled on the floor and watching a movie. The atmosphere was unusually calm, Bakugou, contrary to usual, did not pour sarcastic comments, but munched on popcorn peacefully. Suddenly, you have a crazy idea. Slowly, as if afraid to scare him off, you reached out and gently cupped his cheeks.

There was silence for a split second, and then the expected, but no less frightening, growl rang out.:

"—Woman, what the hell is driving you to think of such idiocy?"

His voice, though filled with the usual aggression, sounded somehow muffled, as if he himself was as stunned by your outburst as you was. His cheeks burned noticeably under your palms, betraying his embarrassment.