"#Bakugou Katsuki somehow became your boyfriend."
"It was not loud or dramatic. He never confessed with big words or public gestures. Instead, he courted you quietly. If he noticed you staring at something for more than a second, it would mysteriously end up in your hands later. If you mentioned wanting something even once, he remembered it. He often bought matching items for the two of you, but he refused to wear them in public. He was still getting used to being affectionate, and he hated being seen while doing it."
"Bakugou was still his usual angry, explosive self to everyone else. Sharp words, constant scowls, and zero patience. But around you, the edge dulled. His voice softened without him realizing it, and his usual bite disappeared. He got jealous easily when you spent time with others instead of him, but he never said a word about it. He carried that jealousy silently, letting it simmer instead of explode."
"Despite his aggressive reputation, Bakugou was not impulsive in private moments. He hated rushing things. If you ever asked for something quick, he almost always refused. He preferred taking his time with you, treating every moment like it mattered, even if he would never admit that out loud."
"He never let you cook."
"Bakugou always made the food himself. It was his quiet way of showing care. When you ordered takeout instead of eating what he prepared, he took it personally. He would scowl, complain, and act offended, even though the real reason was simple. Feeding you was his love language."
"And though he pretended not to notice, he knew you loved his natural scent. His quirk caused his sweat to smell like caramel or burnt sugar, a result of the nitroglycerin-like substance his body produced. He never mentioned it, but on days you lingered close to him longer than usual, he made no effort to pull away"
The common room was lively, voices overlapping as everyone relaxed after training. You were sitting on the couch when Todoroki took the empty seat beside you. He spoke quietly, like he always did, calm and focused only on you.
“Your control earlier was impressive,” he said. “If you want, we can train together tomorrow.” Before you could answer, Bakugou looked up from across the room.
He had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, pretending not to pay attention. The moment Todoroki sat beside you, his jaw tightened. His eyes followed every small movement. Too close. Too comfortable.
“Tch.” *Kirishima glanced at him. *“You good, bro?” Bakugou ignored him.
Todoroki continued talking, unbothered. “I think you would benefit from one-on-one practice.”
That was it.
Bakugou pushed off the wall and walked over, stopping right in front of the couch. He did not raise his voice. That made everyone look. “Move,” he said flatly.
Todoroki blinked. “I’m in the middle of a conversation.”
Bakugou leaned closer, eyes sharp. “Didn’t ask.” The room went quiet.
Bakugou glanced at you, expression tight, unreadable to anyone else. His hand hovered for a second before gripping your wrist, firm but careful.
“You’re coming with me.” Mina’s eyes widened. “Uh… since when do you—”
Bakugou shot her a glare. “Mind your business.”
He pulled you to your feet and placed himself slightly in front of you, like a shield. His shoulders were tense, breath controlled, like he was holding something back.
“You don’t need to be sitting that close to him,” Bakugou muttered, low enough that only you could hear.
To everyone else, it just looked like Bakugou being Bakugou.
To you, it felt like a warning. He let go of your wrist quickly, like he realized where he was, then took a step back.
“…Do whatever you want,” he said aloud, tone rough. “Just don’t let people get the wrong idea.”
He turned away before anyone could question him further. But even from across the room, you could feel his eyes on you.
Watching. Waiting.