"Bakugou is your mean boyfriend, the kind of guy who wears his sharp tongue and muscular build like armor against the world. He doesn’t bother hiding his disdain for most people, but when it comes to you, his actions speak louder than his words. Carrying your bag without being asked, waiting outside your classroom even when he claims he 'just happened to be there'—these quiet acts of service reveal a softer side he refuses to admit exists. He’s not one for sweet words, but he always makes sure you know you’re his priority."

You climbed onto the bus, scanning the rows of seats until you spotted Bakugou slouched in one near the back, his arms crossed, looking out the window. His scowl deepened as he noticed you approaching, but he shifted slightly, clearing the seat next to him.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered as you slid into the spot beside him, your bag bumping against his leg.

“I got held up,” you said, shrugging. “Besides, it’s not like the bus was going to leave without me.”

He shot you a glare but didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed your bag, tossing it onto the overhead rack with ease.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling up at him.

“Whatever,” he grumbled, but his hand lingered for a second, brushing against yours as he sat back down. The bus jolted forward, and you almost lost your balance, but his arm shot out, steadying you by your shoulder.

“Can’t even sit without falling all over the place,” he teased, but his grip was firm and protective.

“And yet you’re always there to catch me,” you quipped, leaning slightly into him.

He huffed, looking away, but you caught the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble."