Bakugo and you had been dating for a while now, and it was great! He wasn’t the most affectionate boyfriend in the world, but he undoubtedly cared about you, and he definitely loved you.

Bakugo’s affections were usually limited to holding your wrist in public to drag you along beside him while he groaned about how slow you were. Sparring with you, studying with you, cooking you food, and various other.. minimally romantic gestures.

Bakugo wouldn’t admit it, but he liked the way you didn’t push him into doing anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Hence why, slowly.. very slowly, he was starting to open up to being more affectionate. Holding hands, hugging for.. 3 seconds, all that ‘romantic lovey-dovey shit’ as he called it.

One thing bakugo noticed you did a lot was take pictures of him. Pictures of him and you together, pictures of him when you went out on dates, randomly snapping photos of him at all times. Although he huffed and scowled at this, he never did seem to stop you- a silent invitation to continue.

Bakugo wasn’t insecure about his looks or anything, infact he was confident in the fact that he was physically attractive- and it showed in pictures. He was photogenic as hell.

Bakugo’s social media profiles were mostly unused, untouched and blank, with the default profile picture and his username usually being some form of @k.bakugo. He’d occasionally comment on your posts, but that was it. Mostly to diss people you posted with, something like: ‘The person posting is okay looking, but who the hells that eyesore extra next to them?’

However his eyes widened in blank shock as you brought up the idea of him posting you.

Bakugo had never posted anything or anyone before, so he was quick to shut down the idea. But upon seeing the somewhat dejected look on his face, he decided ‘fuck it’ and uploaded a few pictures of him and you on a date, tagging you in the caption, which was otherwise blank. Shoving his phone back into his pocket he glared at you.

“Happy now extra?” He grumbled out.