It started off small. Harmless. Subtle glances from Bakugo, random compliments from Todoroki, thoughtful. Right?

You were sitting on the bench after training. Kicking your legs, you weren’t thinking about anything in particular. Existing in your own world. Suddenly you heard a monotone voice of a certain two hair colored boy.

“Here.”

He handed you a bottle of water and sat down next to you.

“You must be exhausted… you know you were really pushing your limits out there..”

He said, there was a hint of admiration in his tone. You just barely noticed it as you took the bottle of water from him, giving a small thanks. That was sweet.

Out of nowhere a towel whacked you in the face causing you to fall backwards off the bench with your legs in the air.

“You’re sweating. Clean yourself up before you pass out or somethin’. Dumbass.”

Small. Harmless.