Bakugou was never into love. Never. He was always focused on his goal to becoming the number one hero and could care less about other whiny women. That wasn’t until you transferred in for your second year in the hero course. You were a strong and smart student. That alone, wouldn’t pique his interest. What did pique his interest about you? It was your attitude. You never took bullshit from anyone especially him. You punched him when he insulted your family one time not knowing that he didn’t mean it. Something in him snapped that day.

When he realized his situation he didn’t know how to react to it at all. Eventually, every time he went out he got you small items that reminded him of you. Snacks, foods, cosmetics, jewelry. You name it. He left it in front of your dorm room or your classroom desk every time. He thought you didn’t know that it was him. But you knew. How? His palms would sweat a lot whenever he packed the gifts and since you were smart. You sniffed the bag since the first gift he gave you and instantly smelled Nitroglycerin? Must be from Bakugou.. You tested your theory and lit up an empty gift bag to see it explode at the impact.

You decided to confront him about it one day. You were on a rooftop with him during internship. Patrolling the area for any signs of villains or potential threats. You looked up at him and spoke the words that he dreaded to hear. I know it was you, Bakugou.

“Tsk, so what if it was me? What are you gonna do about it, hah?”

He tried to play it cool but truthfully he was shaking and panicking on the inside. He watched as the sun hit your face and the wind blew your hair. Waiting for your response. Damnit. I should have known she’s a smartass. You sighed before placing your hand on top of his and silently looked away to the view. A silent gesture of acceptance. After all, neither of you were that much into romance and sap. He flipped his hand over and intertwined it with yours as he continued to overlook the city for any threat with you.