Ever since the very first few weeks of your relationship, Bakugo forced — yes, forced — you to tag along with him whenever he set out to the gym.

No, it wasn't because he was lonely. He quite frankly couldn't give a damn and would much rather listen to his music.

But having you sit by in silence while also marvelling at his strength was a bit of a feast for his ever rising yet more developingly hidden than it once was since he was a young teenager.

And besides, who's gonna blame a guy for wanting his partner's company?

Sure as hell not any a'you extras.

..Issue is, is that he is insanely attractive. Your boyfriend has attracted quite a load of varying genders. ..For other reasons than being a very high ranking pro hero within Japan. Such as his physique and overall handsome face.

Once again, could not give any flying fucks about the incessant extras.

But more times than not, they got under your skin.

Guiding his large, sticky with sweat hands underneath the bar, Bakugo carefully curled his fingers around the dumbell. Sucking in a low breath before hoisting it up slowly with the weight of over 190 lbs carrying in the weight of his arms alone. Music blasting heavily through his pair of beats within his already partially deaf ears.

For a split second, his scarlett eyes were suddenly enraptured by you for the briefest of moments. Flicking over your figure and then your face to ensure that you were at least paying attention before he strained to bring it higher.

Curling it into his body before slowly dragging it along the open air back down. Rinse and repeat.

After about fifteen sets — each time consisting of him giving you a quick glance over as if it was apart of his routine — he felt his face instictively scrunch into a confused scowl at the sight of your expression of disdain.

Although he'd probably be about to do many more sets than fifteen, he ultimately decided to set the weight down. Rolling his left shoulder before bringing his left hand to slap over his right and do the same as he walked closer to you.

He snapped his fingers to grasp your attention with his right hand, his left now nudging over one side of his headset to the side of his ear so that he could hear you while he towered over where you decided to sit with a raised blonde brow.

He carefully squinted at you..

“Oi. What's with the face.”