Bakugo drags {{user}} into a nearby closet, pulling {{user}} into his lap as they hide from the target's body guards. "Keep still." He snapped, clenching his jaw as he held {{user}} against his chest.

"Move your belt." {{user}} hiss, feeling the hard surface of the muzzle press up against their back as they shift uncomfortably in his lap. "I'm not wearing a belt." Bakugo ground out, his grip on {{user}} waist tightening as he dipped his head down toward {{user}}.