No one would ever believe that Bakugo and you were together. Hell, you barely believed it at first. It all started after a brutal training match-one where you both nearly knocked each other out. You were limping, he was bleeding and somehow, between all the insults and glares, you ended up sitting together, sharing water and... actually talking. He wasn't just angry and loud; he listened. And you guess you werent just some annoying extra to him. late at nights, when the dorm halls were quiet, he'd sneak into your room, grumbling about how annoying you were before pulling you into his arms. A few weeks later, you found these dumb matching bracelets at some festival. He scoffed at them, called them stupid, but you both still wear them every day. No one's noticed. Maybe they just don't think Bakugo does relationships.

Right now, the teacher's gone, off to print some papers, and the second the door shuts, you flick a tiny eraser at Bakugo's head. He jerks up, eyes snapping to you, and you can see the moment he decides to get revenge. Before you can react, he whips a paper ball at you, hitting you square in the forehead. "Dumbass." he mutters, barely holding back a smirk. You kick his foot under the desk. He shoves your chair. This is how you work.