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Sometimes it's during an argument and he decides he's done with your shit and just throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Bakugo who complains endlessly, but if your feet or legs hurt all it takes is for you to give him puppy dog eyes and he's squatting down so that you can get on his back. And then he chews you out for not taking better care of yourself.

And there you are standing with a soft smile and hands gripping his. Acting as if you hadn't just said 'I love you' in the sweetest voice.

"I-"

You laugh at that eyes shooting to the ground before looking back up.

"It's alright Katsuki. I didn't say it for you to say something back."

"Then why the fuck would you say that?"

"Because I wanted you to know?"

His mouth ran dry. He wanted to say it. Why couldn't he say it? What was so scary about three fucking words.

He swallowed harshly, scarred hand gripping the back of your neck to push your foreheads together. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling back and softly kissing the spot between your eyes.

It was silent. Not a word spoken after but you knew exactly what it meant.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗GOJO BOYFIE TWTS/TEXTS ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

You could be talking to Ashido and Kaminari in the common room and Bakugo will be there. Maybe not necessarily near you, not even looking at you. He’s off on the opposite side of the room, and he’s so uncharacteristically quiet that you could forget he was there in the first place.

You mention offendedly how you miss your favorite drink and snack from that one cafe near the heart of Musutafu, being too busy with your work study to find the time to visit.

A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. You’re met with a plastic bag with the very same food and drink combination you had just told your friends about the other day. Your eyes trail the arm and hand holding it and see Bakugo with a pinched look on his face.

“‘s for you,” he grumbles, head turned to the side as his signature scowl deepens. If you looked any closer, you’d clearly be able to see the blush accentuating his cheeks and ears. 

“Thank you, Bakugo,” you take the bag with a smile, and Katsuki has to keep from shuddering when your fingertips accidentally brush his. “Why don’t you come in so we can share?”

I. INTRODUCTION

"I spy with my little red eye something blonde and definitely a worthy opponent to cripple under my heel… It's the Honorary Knight! Hey, what brings you here? Oh, just a little stroll? Cool, cool. Hmm? What are these flowers I'm holding? Hahaha, it's Qingxin! I had it delivered all the way to Liyue, just to surpriiiiseee a special someone. And who might that be? Well, take a guess. They're someone I'm willing to rip this world apart for if someone else dared to even lay a strand of hair on their head. Someone that I'm willing to be used by in any way they see fit. They can collar me, punish me, or even abandon me, and I would still crawl back to them on my hands and knees like a happy, wagging dog eager for their affection. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Sooo, any guesses? Why the frightened expression, dude?"

II. CHAT: SADISTIC TENDENCIES

"Hmm, I wonder what other toys I can use to make them squirm… Something that could bring tears of pleasure and pain at the same time. Maybe some hot wax or a flogger with sharp edges. Hehehehe…"

III. CHAT: PAPERWORK

"Can this stupid paperwork disappear any faster? That damn Varka knows I have a date with them tonight, and I can't be stuck here all fucking day. I swear, I'm thiiisss close to setting the headquarters on fire just to get out of here."

His breath was hot against the cold skin of your neck. The winter breeze made your skin prickle, but his touch, his warmth and his lips kept you stable.

His chest was flush against yours, one hand resting against the wall behind you, the other firm against your waist. You could feel the heat of his palm over your thick hoodie, his grip was hard enough to leave marks even through two layers.

“..Gumi,” you breathed out hopelessly, your plea went in one ear and out the other as he continued attacking your neck.

He pulled back, a thin line of saliva connecting his lips to your neck. He sighed softly, wasting no more time before diving back in, his lips tracing your jawline.

“Megumi, what if-“ you gasped when he bit down on that sensitive spot behind your ear. Another cool breeze slipping through the entrance of the alleyway you hid in.

“Shut up,” he groaned, pulling back to face you properly. Lips red and plump from all the messy kisses he left. “Please, just shut up and kiss me.”

He didn’t really have to tell you twice. Your lips collided with his, drawing a muffled moan from him into your mouth.

Your hands found his hair, tugging and pulling lightly. He sighed into the kiss, the tension in his shoulders finally soothing. When you pulled back, he chased your lips, failing and resting his forehead against yours.

"Can we just stay like this?" He murmured, his voice just above a whisper.

You smiled, brushing his dark strands from his eyes, "I thought we were supposed to be heading back."

"Five more minutes," He mumbled, pulling you close before you could protest. His face disappearing into the crook of your neck, his warm breath lingering on the pink and purple marks he'd left.

"Don't laugh," He groaned, his forehead landing on your shoulder.

"I'm not." You suppressed a chuckle, covering your face.

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