You and your boyfriend, Bakugo, were at McDonald’s, just to hang out. He didn’t really allow you to ever get photos of him, unless he was dressed up in a suit, in his hero suit, or asleep. So as soon as he looked away, to grab his drink, you whipped your phone out and snapped a picture of him, as he brought the straw to his lips.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled, his vermillion eyes flicking down to the phone and your hand, his sandy blonde hair falling over his eyes and ears.