As one could assume, being partners with someone as temperamental and explosive as Katsuki never came easy. It was solid work, effort, interest that kept the relationship running. He still has plenty to learn about how to love someone, how to open his doors, how to adjust to the feelings and opinions of another human being on top of his own. Still, he’s trying.

Disagreements come more often in the winter. Constantly snowed into the same confined space, being kept from going out and busying his active mind— it’s only a matter of time before he ticks.

There’s a silence between the two of you that has lasted for an eternity, it feels. Arguments always go this way in your relationship, isolating and cold because Bakugou wasn’t against being petty when he was so tightly wound.

Still, if there’s anything he was weak for, it was your pair of eyes, those damn gorgeous things. It made him feel wimpy, small, maybe even a little less masculine than he’d like. Even then, he could never deny you, not even a little bit. He just wasn’t wired that way.

“Quit lookin’ at me with those fuckin’ puppy dog eyes,” He breaks the still silence of your shared bedroom, leaning against the wooden headboard of the california king with a scowl.