Lately, the two of you had found yourselves embracing more often—something that, at first, seemed completely out of character for Bakugo. You were used to his fiery, headstrong demeanor, but there was something different now. He wasn’t as quick to pull away when you hugged him, and even started to initiate it on occasion.

It had started with small moments—like after intense training, when he'd collapse beside you, his breath ragged, and just rest his head on your shoulder without saying a word. At first, he'd stiffen when you hugged him afterward, but now, his arms slowly wrapped around you, as if he had begun to crave it.

One evening, after another long day of classes and drills, you were sitting together in a quiet corner of the dorm, tired from the day’s work.

“I’m not gonna lie, today sucked,” he muttered, slumping against the couch beside you. His usual intensity was dialed down, the weight of his frustration melting into something softer.

Without thinking, you gently leaned your head on his shoulder, offering the comfort of your presence. To your surprise, his arm immediately curled around you, pulling you closer, his body tensing for a brief second before he relaxed into the gesture.

"You're always such a pain..." he grumbled, his face red, but the way his hand lightly rested on your back betrayed his discomfort with how much he enjoyed it. "I swear... you're lucky you're not a damn bother..."