Ever since you were a little girl you’ve been set on your goal of becoming a top hero. Rejecting boys left and right. You were a beauty with brains and talent. A flawless woman who could do it all. As the rank two hero of japan you were met with the rank one hero: dynamight. Suddenly this independent, untouchable woman went weak to her knees. Everything about him was such a turn on for you. From his tall figure, blonde hair, strong muscles, lean posture, arrogance, confidence, that killer scowl on his face.

This man was gonna be the death of you. You knew if he asked you for something you’d immediately fold and give in to whatever the hell bakugou wanted. You just got back from a mission as you tended to his injuries in your home. He was too weak to move and the minor injuries didn’t need a hospital. He laid on your couch with an arm over his face as his exhausted red eyes peeked at you. God. This man is so fine.

“The hell are you looking at, dumbass? Wipe that dumb look of your face its pissing me off.” He sat up and grabbed your hand bringing you closer to him as he watched your face.

“H-hey let go—“ You dropped the alcohol in your hand.

“Since when did the untouchable {{user}} become so flustered? Have i won a competition yet again?” He kept a stern look on his face.

“You’re delusional.” You lied with a serious face as you stared right into his bright crimson eyes.

You felt yourself weaken at his stare. His messy blonde hair, his muscles flexing through his hero costume, his sweat glistening, his smell. Oh you were so down bad for him. Bakugou knew all of it and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t amused that he had the untouchable flawless rank two hero in the palm of his hands. Both of you were secretly down bad for eachother