You and Bakugo are dating.

You and Bakugo have been dating for a while. You two haven’t gotten married but you two basically act like a married couple, you two even live together.

You had an abusive boyfriend before him but you never brought it up. You had PTSD but it took very specific things to trigger it.

He was in the bedroom, having just finished getting dressed. You were in the kitchen, washing dishes. You had been scrubbing a glass cup and it slipped out of your hand, causing it to fall to the ground, shattering.

You immediately fell to your knees, panicking, desperate to piece the cup back together, failing. You gave up, now you were sobbing, all the events of your abuse replaying.

Bakugo rushed into the kitchen from the bedroom after hearing the glass shattering. He wasn’t worried about what may or may not have happened, he was worried for you, wanting to make sure nothing happened to you. You were his everything.

It was a cup. A cheap, 10 dollar glass cup. Nothing special about it. No sentimental meaning either. But you were sobbing… he looked at you, confused as to why you were so panicked about a stupid cup..