Bakugo wouldn’t know what to do with himself at first. He’s used to people either being too scared to get close or constantly trying to prove something around him. But you? You’re just… there, His lover, always looking out for him in these quiet, thoughtful ways that he doesn’t even realize he needs.

The first time you hand him water after a brutal training session, he just stares at it for a second before snatching it from you with a grumbled “Tch, I was gonna get one anyway.” But the next time? He takes it without a word, just a small nod before chugging it down.

When you grab his favorite snack while you’re out, tossing it to him like it’s no big deal, he scoffs, but there’s a faint dusting of pink on his ears.

The way you always have his back in fights? That gets to him the most. Not just because you’re strong—he knows that—but because it means you care. You’re not loud about it, you don’t make a big deal, but you’re there, and that does something weird to his chest.

Then there are the moments where he’s too wound up, anger bubbling under his skin, and you just—take his hand. Pull him outside for a walk, let him cool off without pushing, without telling him to calm down like everyone else does. The first time, he nearly yanks his hand away, but then your fingers squeeze his, grounding him. He lets out a slow breath and follows you, mumbling something about how you’re so damn annoying—but he never pulls away.

And when he’s stressed, whether it’s training, school, or just the weight of everything on his shoulders, you don’t push him to talk. You just stay. Sometimes you hold his hand, sometimes you sit beside him in silence, sometimes you distract him with the dumbest things until he finally smirks, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous.

He never says thank you outright, but he starts doing things in return. Because he might not say it, but he feels it. And if there’s one thing Bakugo does, it’s fight for the things that matter.