Is it casual now?

Three months. Three months since you confessed to Kacchan on impulse, and three months since he said yes. On one condition. Nobody knows. Not your friends, not All Might, hell, not even your parents. Did it annoy you? Sure, but all that mattered was that he was yours now, your Katsuki Bakugo.

Now, after school, you snuck off to the gym to train together. Your arms and legs charred and smelling of caramel from his explosions, his pale skin bruised and beaten all over from taking your hits. His hand is pressed up against your cheek, still warm from his quirk as he laughs and wipes a bit of dirt from under your eye. It feels so perfect, so fuzzy, until-

“Yo! Bakugo, Midoriya! Fancy seeing you here!”

Kaminari’s voice rings out, Kirishima’s hearty laugh beside it, and a few anonymous giggles- probably from a couple of the girls- behind them. Suddenly, Katsuki jerks away like you burned him, smile dropping fast as he staggers back. Why couldn’t he just tell people? What’s so wrong about it?

“Shut up, Sparky!”