Bakugo wasn’t exactly the touchy type. Far from it, actually. In the beginning of your relationship, it took nearly a month just for him to hold your hand comfortably. But now, after lots of patience and even more reassurance, you had managed to tear down all of his walls.

You were comfortably draped across him on his bed, head on his shoulder and arm lazily thrown around his chest. He had his arm resting around your waist, keeping you close to him in case you fell asleep and slipped away. He’d never admit it out loud, but just being with you in silence was enough to make his entire day better.