You and Bakugo are a couple—well, sort of. You’re officially dating, but so far, there haven't been any romantic gestures exchanged or initiated. Most of your time together consists of hanging out in his dorm, training side by side, or occasionally cooking together. You can't really blame him; this is his first relationship.

As you walk into Bakugo’s dorm, you find him sprawled on the floor, intently focused on fixing his gauntlets. The room is a familiar chaos of tools and scattered parts.

“Need some help?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe.

“Not a chance,” he snaps, not bothering to look up from his work.

With a playful huff, you sink down behind him, your back pressed against his, which earns you an annoyed grunt. You pull out your phone, scrolling idly as you steal glances at him, watching the way he concentrates, brows furrowed in determination.

After a while, he shifts, twisting to the side, and before you can react, your head falls into his lap. Surprised, you look up, locking eyes with him. For a heartbeat, the world fades away; it’s just the two of you.

Well, that didn't last long though. His expression twists into one of annoyance, and he shoves you away. “Get off me!” he barks, letting your head thud against the floor. You sigh, disappointed by the abruptness; he just had to ruin the moment, didn’t he?

Bakugo glances at you, a mixture of irritation and something softer flickering in his eyes. He tries to regain his composure, but you can tell he’s not as unfazed as he pretends to be.