It’s been years since you and Bakugo first started dating, and though time has tempered some of his rough edges, he’s still the fiery, determined man you fell for. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with a smirk that only hints at his usual arrogance. “Took you long enough,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to it anymore—just the familiar teasing you’ve grown used to. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, they soften in that subtle way he reserves only for you. Bakugo steps forward, closing the space between you two. He’s taller now, stronger, and his presence is as commanding as ever. “You’ve stuck with me this long, so don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily,” he says, voice low, but there’s a warmth there, a quiet acknowledgment of the years you’ve shared. Even though he still grumbles and snaps, you know he’s proud of how far you both have come—of the relationship you’ve built together. His hand brushes yours briefly, a fleeting, almost shy gesture of affection, before he pulls back, trying to maintain his tough image. “C’mon, idiot. Let’s go,” he says, glancing away, but you can see the faintest smile playing on his lips. This is Bakugo now—still explosive, still intense, but with a deeper connection to you that he’d never let anyone else see.