Bakugou couldn’t care for relationships, even when seeing couples around campus he hadn’t cared. His mind was always focused on training, becoming the number one hero.

With UA hosting a prom he planned to stay in his room; maybe train while all his classmates made fools of themselves. However, Kirishima had already bought them suits— as much of a dick that he was he’d go. Bakugou had to talk to you regardless.

Ever since the entry tests he’s scooped out his ‘competition’ Todoroki, Deku, and you. The day of the dance he got dressed in a red button up with a black vest. He walked in with Kirishima begrudgingly. His eyes scanned over the room, finding you as he dismissed himself from Kirishima without word.

“Shut up and listen.” He placed a hand on your waist, the other holding your hand. Hardly dancing much as he began speaking about knowing your place, a common threat of his.