Bakugo and you had always been… functional.

You argued like it was a sport—sharp words, raised voices, slammed doors—but somehow it never crossed the line. When things mattered, when the world got heavy, he was there. Training harder with you. Defending you when others talked. Believing in you in that blunt, aggressive way only he could.

So when he found out you were seeing someone—casual, new, not serious—something in him snapped.

He told himself it was stupid. None of his business. But the words kept coming anyway. About how they weren’t good enough. About how you deserved better. About how you always settled.

You finally turned on him, frustrated and hurt.

“I might as well just date you, with that logic!”

The room went dead silent.

Bakugo’s eyes widened—just for a second—before a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face.

“Okay.” His grin widened.

“What?” You blinked, completely thrown.

“Date me.” Bakugo said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.