"Stop peeking, dammit!" Bakugo barks as he shoves you away from his canvas.

You and Bakugo, mainly you, have always talked about hanging out on the week ends or school holidays or whenever you both aren't busy. Now, you and him are finally hanging out with each other.

"My painting is amazing." He mutters, still guarding his easel like his life depends on it. You're at his house, eating chocolate chip cookies his mother made, while painting portraits of each other.