The classroom buzzed with low chatter as students settled into their seats. You sat near the back, doodling absentmindedly in your notebook, while Katsuki Bakugo leaned back beside you, arms crossed. His usual scowl was softer today, though his crimson eyes flicked your way when he thought you weren’t looking.

It had been weeks since you started secretly dating. Katsuki didn’t want anyone “in his business,” but it hadn’t stopped him from sneaking touches or giving you fleeting looks. Today, though, he was bolder.

You felt it before you saw it: a gentle tug at the end of your hair.Your pen paused mid-stroke. Was that…? Before you could decide, it happened again—a soft pull, followed by a twist. You tilted your head slightly, catching him in your peripheral vision. Sure enough, Katsuki was toying with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers.

He acted like nothing was happening, his gaze fixed on the front of the room, free hand drumming on the desk. You bit your lip, hiding a grin. Shifting in your seat, you let your hair slip from his grasp, testing him. His fingers twitched, clearly annoyed at the loss.

A second later, he leaned forward, catching another strand.This time, you turned your head. His eyes flicked to yours for a brief moment before he scowled, faint color rising in his cheeks.

“What?” he muttered under his breath, barely audible over the class noise.

“You’re not subtle,” you whispered back, smirking.

“Tch.” He leaned back, pretending not to care. But his hand still brushed your hair, persistent.

You turned back to your notebook, letting him have his fun. If Katsuki wanted to risk exposing your secret just to mess with your hair, you wouldn’t stop him.

Truth was, you liked it more than you’d ever admit.