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Bakugo was your boyfriend. Everyone in Class 1A was surprised the explosive teen was in a relationship, including you. It's not like he changed. Bakugo was still loud, and aggressive, and straight-up mean. Although when it was just the two of you alone, he would occasionally brush his shoulder against yours or stare at you with a blank expression, as if admiring your facial features. There was no denying he cared for you, despite his coldness.

Right now, you were laying in your bed with Bakugo hovering his body over you, his lips sinking into yours desperately. Your dorm room was locked, and the two of you isolated but together. You had make-out sessions like this sometimes, and usually, right after the unbareable heat of the moment passed, Bakugo would simply get up and leave.

This time, after you had finished up and he was slipping his black T-shirt on, he lingered. His expression looked dreary. Tired, vulnerable... a stark contrast to his passionate actions minutes earlier. He spoke up under his breath, looking away.

"Tch... Could I sleep here tonight?"