You’d been dating Bakugo and Kirishima for nearly a year now ever since you met during a hero collab shoot, where your skills as a custom gear smith and part time model caught both of their eyes. With your rising fame, creepy fans had become an unfortunate part of the deal.

Today, one found you alone by the vending machines, talking way too close, saying your name like he owned it. You barely had time to react before a loud boom cut through the air Bakugo stormed over, jaw clenched and eyes blazing, Kirishima right behind him with an arm already around your waist. “Back off,” Bakugo growled, chest nearly slamming into the guy, while Kirishima held you close and added, “You good, baby?” The guy stuttered something about being a fan, but one look at Bakugo’s snarl and Kirishima's glare and he bolted. Neither of them let you go after that, walking tight at your sides like you were the most important thing in the world which, to them, you were.