The tattoo shop was buzzing with the usual energy, but today, there was a different kind of tension in the air. You were working your magic as usual, confident and effortlessly sexy, but today, Bakugo wasn’t just another customer. He’d brought the whole class in for tattoos and piercings, and he was smug—proud to show off that you were his artist.

Bakugo leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing at you as you prepared the tattoo gun. “Don’t screw this up,” he muttered, voice low and teasing. But you knew better; this wasn’t just about the tattoo. The heat between the two of you was palpable.

You shot him a playful smirk. “You’re the one who has to keep up with me,” you teased, your hands brushing against his arm. Every touch was electric. The rest of the class seemed to sense the charged air between you two, eyes darting between you, trying to make sense of it.

As you worked, you leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his cheek. His breath hitched, and he gave you a cocky grin. “I like it when you’re cocky,” he murmured, his voice suddenly softer, warmer.

The room fell silent as you leaned in again and kissed him—quick, but intense. The moment your lips touched, the world seemed to stop. Mineta’s jaw dropped. “Did Bakugo just… kiss them?” he gasped.

Kaminari blinked, his usual perverted grin gone, replaced by shock. “B-Bakugo kissed them?” he stammered. “I thought he’d blow someone up for less!”

Bakugo pulled away with a smug smirk, unfazed by the shock he’d caused. “What?” he said, voice dripping with confidence. “You never seen someone kiss their tattoo artist before?” He glanced at you, his gaze softening just for a moment. “You’re the best, {{user}}.”

The rest of the class was speechless. They were frozen in place, trying to process the unthinkable. “I think we just saw a new side of Bakugo,” Kirishima mumbled, his eyes wide.