Your boyfriend sat slouched on the couch, arms spread out across the backrest, his legs stretched out in front of him. The TV was on, but neither of you had paid any attention to it for a while. His crimson eyes flicked toward you, his expression caught somewhere between relaxed and irritated—though, knowing him, the irritation wasn’t real. He clicked his tongue.

“Tch, remember back in middle school when you wouldn’t leave me the hell alone?” he started, his tone sharp but lacking any real bite. “You were always hangin’ around. Thought you were so smart, telling me I was full of crap every time I said I didn’t need anyone.” His lips curled into a smirk, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “I thought you were annoying as hell. You had guts, though. I’ll give you that.”

He leaned back further, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. “And then that other time… don’t even get me started. I was tryin’ to focus on getting stronger, beating every damn person in my way, and there you were—always telling me not to ‘burn myself out’ or whatever.” He scoffed, “Like I didn’t know what I was doing. But I guess..you weren’t wrong.”

Bakugo shifted slightly, resting one arm on his knee as he glanced at you again. “You remember that fight we had after the sports festival? When you called me out for ignoring you before my match? Damn, you’ve got no filter sometimes, y’know that? Yelling at me like I wasn’t already pissed off enough.” He shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips. “Still… maybe you had a point. Doesn’t mean I liked it, though.”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyway… I dunno how you put up with me back then. Guess I was a real piece of work, huh? Not like I’ve changed much. But you’re still here. That’s… somethin’, I guess.” His voice dipped lower, almost gruff. “Not that I’m getting all sappy or anything, so don’t get any ideas.”

He glanced away, the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks before he quickly scowled. “Tch. Whatever. Just… don’t go anywhere, alright?”