(shit post ngl im sorry🥀)

Three years at UA, and Bakugo had never bothered with dating. Girls? Relationships? That was all pointless, distracting crap. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. Until you came along.

Now he was lying flat on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it held all the answers to the universe. His chest rose and fell heavily, his hair tousled and damp, and his face was flushed all the way down to his neck. Beside him, you were calm, casually propped up on one elbow, watching him with a lazy grin.

“So… how’re you feeling?” you asked with a small laugh.

Bakugo swallowed hard, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his cool. “Fine,” he grunted, but his voice cracked slightly at the end. He scowled, eyes narrowing.