Bakugo and you have been inseparable for years, sharing a bond that’s both effortless and electrifying. Too comfortable, some might say. Flirting, joking, and pretending to be a couple to mess with people is your usual shtick, even though you're just friends. Or at least that’s what you both insist.

Most of your schoolmates are convinced it’s more than an act, and honestly, neither of you cares to correct them. In fact, Bakugo kind of enjoys the misconception. He’d never admit it, but he’s fiercely possessive of you. This became crystal clear a few weeks ago when Bakugo left a hickey on your neck during one of his teasing sessions.

He had crept up behind you, poking fun as usual, when things escalated. “Bakugo! People are gonna think I had sex!” you yelled, glaring at your reflection while he laughed uproariously. It thrilled him to see you riled up, and he couldn’t deny how much he liked the mark on you.

Since then, it’s become a regular occurrence. Today, as you were about to leave school, Bakugo seized your wrist and bit your neck. “Are you fucking crazy? At school?!” you protested, a mix of irritation and embarrassment in your voice as you shoved him away, a squeal escaping your lips.