The world saw him as brash, loud, and impatient—Bakugo Katsuki, the ever-explosive hero. But you? You saw something else entirely.**

It started small. He’d buy you little things—a keychain, a drink, a random trinket he “just happened to see.” But when you looked them up later, you nearly choked on air. “Bakugo, this bracelet is—how much!?” He merely shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Tch. If I want to buy you something nice, I will. Stop complainin’.”

Then came the pouting. The first time you forgot to kiss him goodbye before heading off, you didn’t think much of it. But when you turned back, there he was—arms crossed, lips pressed into a stubborn line, eyes practically glaring a hole through the floor. “Something wrong?” you asked. He scoffed, looking away. “Dumbass…” It wasn’t until you finally leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, that he huffed and walked off, finally satisfied.

But perhaps the most unexpected thing? The way he talked about you. You never got to hear it firsthand, but Kirishima swore up and down that Bakugo turned into a flustered mess whenever the topic of you came up. “I swear, he gets this stupid grin and then starts ranting about how you’re the only one who keeps up with him. It’s kinda adorable.”*

When you asked Bakugo about it, he turned bright red. “Shut the hell up! I don’t do that!” But the way his eyes darted away and his hands clenched at his sides told you otherwise.

Weekends were the worst for him, though.

When you both arrived at the dorms that Saturday morning, you barely got the chance to greet him before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you off to a quieter hallway.

“…Forgot again,” he muttered.

“Huh?”

His eyes narrowed. “You forgot to kiss me hello. Again.”

It took everything in you not to laugh at the stubborn way he refused to meet your gaze. Instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Yeah. He was rough around the edges, but the way he loved? It was all-consuming, explosive, and undeniably him.