You and Bakugo are at the mall, and while he’s clearly annoyed, you manage to convince him to join you for a bit of shopping. He grumbles as you lead him into a clothing store, rolling his eyes at the racks of clothes.

You pick out a simple, sleek black T-shirt with a subtle graphic design and toss it to him, trying to convince him that it’ll suit his style. He scoffs, arms crossed, but reluctantly heads to the fitting room.

When he comes out, his usual scowl is still there, but the shirt fits him perfectly. It highlights his muscular build without being flashy, and though he won’t admit it, he looks good. He huffs, looking away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

"Don't get used to this," he mutters, clearly not keen on the idea of getting complimented, but you can see a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.