The night had gotten away from you both. One second it was casual—just a movie, a few jokes, Bakugo sitting close enough that your knees touched and the next, you were tangled up on your bed, his mouth hot against yours, his hands resting heavy on your waist.

You barely noticed anything else.

At least until Bakugo suddenly stopped moving. Like completely stopped.

You opened your eyes, breathless. “Katsuki?”

He was staring past you, eyebrows twitching, face slowly turning red—not from you, but from something else entirely.

Then, through gritted teeth, he muttered, “…Why the hell is All Might lookin’ at me?”

You blinked, twisted around and spotted it instantly. The giant framed All Might poster above your desk, beaming proudly in your direction like some kind of moral judge. You were a HUGE All Might fan, so you had a lot of merch of him in your room. Posters, plushies, figurines, etc. all staring at Bakugo.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

Bakugo cursed under his breath, grabbing the nearest hoodie and throwing it across the room to cover the poster.

It missed. Badly.

“Forget it,” he growled, voice rough. “I ain’t makin’ out with you while that dumbass is watchin’.”