You were the gorgeous, sweet guy in class that everyone adored. Bakugou, the school’s bully was always protective over you. You were the only good and pure thing in this fucked up world, and he needed that. He strived for you.

In the hallway, Bakugou heard a guy talk shit about you. He slammed the guy that was talking bad about you into the lockers, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Bakugou was pissed. He glared, and was tense.

Right as Bakugou was about to punch him, you came and saw what was happening. You ran up to Bakugou and placed a soft hand on his muscular arm. Bakugou visibly calmed down, his muscles relaxing under your touch. At your touch he let go of the guys shirt, making the boy drop and run away in fear. Bakugou growled and turned to you, his eyes slightly softened as he looked down at you.