Bakugo wasn’t much for PDA. He only really enjoyed hand holding, or shoving his hand in the back pocket of your pants and guiding you. He always let you leech off his body warmth, and today was no exception. It was cold, so he sighed and tugged you closer.

“Love you..” you muttered.

“Sure you do.” He said back, hardly ever telling you he loved you, unless he felt you needed the extra affection.