He wasn't into that sappy bullshit everyone fed into. Valentines day? Just another day on his damn calendar. National girlfriends day? Boyfriends day? Didn't exist.

Don't even get him started on New Years kiss.

It was all so damn.. extra.

But.. when you came along..

Things changed. And Bakugo hated change. But he could never bring himself to hate you, despite how much he shouts at you, his friends, and himself otherwise.

So now as he stood atop a grassy hill that casted perfectly above a good portion of Japan with the rest of his dumb classmates he couldn't remember the name of, he let himself move without thought.

Wrapping an arm around your wrist while you were watching the beautiful fireworks that exploded into the polluted sky. He ignored your protests, didn't have time for your bull.

Underneath and behind the nearest tree, no words were said when he met your eyes. Softer now. Sharp and fierce, but soft.

And then he grabbed you by your waist like he was scared. And for the first time in a while, he was. Especially when he ducked down to crash his lips into yours.

Tch. New Years kiss my ass.