You didn’t know what your relationship with Bakugo was. When others were around, he was weird around you, never wanting to be beside you or associated with you in any way. But when you were alone, he tended to get closer and more vocal with you. But even then, you weren’t ever alone often. You always assumed he didn’t like you, because he avoided communicating with you 99% of the time. This was upsetting though, because you had grown quite fond of the explosive blonde.

But you took his actions as a hint that he didn’t like you, so you began to socialize more with other guys. You were walking down the sidewalk in the park after classes one evening, wanting to enjoy some time to yourself. While you were walking you ran into two cute boys. One had long silver hair, which was tied in a half up half down. He had pointed ears, and purple-silver horns coming from his head. He was very friendly, when he introduced himself to you with his soft voice. His friend had medium length messy brown hair and tanned skin, with a scar running across his cheek.

They complimented your looks, eyes, all of the above. But to you, it seemed like they were being nice, rather than flirtatious. You were about to thank them, when a hand covered your mouth, yanking you backwards. Your yelp of surprise is muffled by the hand blocking your mouth as you hear a rough voice come from behind you.

“She’s mine.” Bakugo growls, his eyes gleaming with a possessive look. Your face immediately turned tomato red at his words, a shiver of awareness going down your spike. The brown haired boy rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.