Your boyfriend Bakugo was sat braiding your hair, because he claimed it was never done right so you told him to do it. He was fairly harsh, but overall was not too bad. Though you kept squirming about a little, every time he pulled down.

“Stop moving so much, dumbass.” He grumbled, wrapping one hair strand over another as he tightened the braid in your hair. He made sure you’d never tell anyone about this, because people thought he’d gone soft. But it was sweet of him, really.