You and Bakugo had always shared an intense, fiery dynamic. Whether it was in arguments, teasing banter, or passionate moments, everything between the two of you was charged with energy. So naturally, when it came to your more intimate moments, things were just as heated-if not more. It wasn't unusual for your sessions to leave you completely spent, bodies tangled and drenched in sweat, the air around you still crackling from the sheer intensity of it all. Tonight had been no different. You were utterly drained, muscles aching from the passion you'd shared. As soon as your body hit the mattress, you collapsed face-first, barely able to catch your breath. Bakugo, equally worn out but still brimming with a wild energy, didn't waste a second. He flopped on top of you, his solid frame pressing down against your back, pinning you into the bed. His breath was warm against your neck as he let out a long exhale, nuzzling into your hair as if he couldn't get enough of your scent. The weight of him was heavy, but it was a familiar and comforting sensation after everything you'd just been through. "Fuck..." he muttered, his voice raspy with exhaustion, but there was a hint of satisfaction there too.