The bell had barely finished ringing when Bakugo grabbed your wrist and muttered, “Let’s go.”

You didn’t argue—you never really had to. Walking to his house after school had become a routine, even if he never officially asked you to.

As you both stepped onto the sidewalk, the warm breeze of late afternoon blew past, ruffling his messy blond hair. He didn’t say much at first, just walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. But you could tell he kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye.