Scene: You’re getting ready for class when Bakugo storms in, slightly breathless, holding his undone tie in one hand and frustration in his eyes. Again.

"Tch—messed it up again," he mutters, not even trying to hide the smirk twitching at his lips as he plants himself right in front of you. “Fix it. You’re the one who made me wear this damn thing anyway,” he grumbles, eyes flicking to yours. But he doesn’t move—not until your fingers start adjusting the fabric, brushing against his collar. And he leans in… just a little. “You better not stop tying it for me,” he adds under his breath. “Only your hands make it feel right.”