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You grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, throwing his head back and watching as your tits moved up and down with each of your movements. 

The metal from the cuffs scraped against the headboard as you moved and you leaned forward, closing your lips sloppily over his. You were both slightly worn out from earlier and when your movements started to slow slightly, Bakugou decided to take it upon himself to thrust his hips upwards into you.

But you planted your hips downwards, holding back the moans that were about to erupt from your lips after feeling his dick thrust in you. “I told you,” you started, slightly out of breath. “You’re not calling the shots.”

“Yeah? That why you’re slowin’ down?” He asked with a cocky smirk.

“Would you just shut up?” You said in annoyance, lifting yourself up and off of his lap so his dick slid right out of you.

Bakugou watched as you leaned over to your nightstand and opened one of the drawers, grabbing something. He was cursing in his head, his dick so hard and rigid and leaking with precome that it hurt.

You sat back up, holding your sleep eye mask in your hand and holding it over his head. “The fuck are you doin’?” He asked as you slid the mask onto his forehead.

Your lips curled up into a smile. “Oh, nothing,” you sang and slid the mask down to cover his eyes.

Bakugou swallowed in anticipation and he flinched when he started to hear a buzzing sound. He then choked on a gasp when he felt a small vibration along the side of his cock.

You had taken one of your small bullet vibrators and were now gently sliding it along his shaft. “Fuck!” Bakugou cursed. “W-What the hell–?”

“Does it feel good?” You asked, taking in his expression and you could hear how hard he was clenching his teeth, trying not to give you the satisfaction of hearing his moans.

But Bakugou could only try so hard as small whimpers escaped his lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” He grunted, his body writhing slightly from the sensation.

His red mushroom tip was swollen, both from having to come and from orgasming not that long ago. “Does my pretty boy wanna come?” You cooed, dragging the vibrator all along his length, his tip, his balls, and across his slit.

Bakugou’s fists clenched with the handcuffs. “F-Fuck you,” he choked out, throwing his head back.

“Aw, that’s not very nice now is it, baby?” You taunted, your free hand going down and holding his balls, rolling it in your hand.

Bakugou gasped, his mouth falling open. “Y-You tryna fuckin’ k-kill me?” He asked in earnest, his hands shaking.

“Oh, I would never wanna hurt my sweet boy,” you teased. “You must be in a lot of pain, Kats. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. Plain and simple.”

Bakugou whimpered, his lips trembling when you increased the intensity of the vibrator. But as much as he tried to push against you, not being accustomed to being the non-dominant one in bed, he had to give in to you.

“Let me– come–” He choked out.

“Uh, uh,” you tsked. “You have to be nice, sweetheart. Now ask me again.”

“Just wait till I’m outta– these fuckin’ cuffs–” His threats got stuck in his throat when you gave his balls a squeeze.

“I told you to be nice, Katsuki,” you said more sternly. 

Bakugou swallowed, his Adam’s apple going up and down in his throat. “Please– let me come–”

“Not good enough~” You practically sang.

“Baby, I can’t take it anymore,” Bakugou cried, his lips overturning. “I-It fuckin’ hurts–”

“I know, honey,” you said with false sympathy, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Despite your words and your act of affection, you still continued your torturous movements along his cock and balls. “But I wanna hear my baby beg. More.”

Bakugou took a few breaths as beads and beads of precome dribbled out of his tip. “Please, baby. Let me come. I-I won’t say anythin’ else, I’ll be good. Please. I’m gonna fuckin’ bust, please, Y/N.”

You let go of his testicles, reaching up and caressing his face. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside, wrapping your manicured fingers around his dick. When you began to bob your hand up and down, you didn’t spare any niceties, going straight into business and pleasuring him.

“Fuck!” Bakugou cursed, biting his lip.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, your thumb brushing his lips as you continued to fist his cock in your hand.

“S-So good,” he moaned, his hips thrusting upwards into your hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” You asked, noticing he was nearing his orgasm due to being on the verge of coming for a while.

Bakugou nodded his head vigorously. “Yes!”

You smiled triumphantly, releasing your hold around him and ducking your head so your lips wrapped around his cock.

You bobbed your head and Bakugou fucked your mouth, causing you to gag around him. His sloppy movements continued until he came, spurts of come filling your mouth. And you swallowed every last drop.

Once Bakugou finished his orgasm, he collapsed back onto the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard. He panted, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

You unlatched from his around cock, licking your lips in satisfaction. Reaching forward, you slipped the eye mask off from his face and he squinted as he adjusted to the light again.

“You’re– a fuckin’– asshole–” He sputtered in between breaths as he closed his eyes.

You grinned, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. “Love you, too, Kats.”

“You’re lucky I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” he warned. “‘Cause I woulda fucked you through the bed for pullin’ that shit.”

“Really?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “You seemed to enjoy it though. Especially with the way you were moaning and begging.”

Bakugou’s cheeks burned a pinkish hue as he glared at you. “Just get this shit offa me,” he ordered, yanking at his wrists.

“Ask nicely,” you teased.

“Y/N.”

You laughed, grabbing the key from the nightstand and undoing the cuffs. “It’s just so fun teasing you.”

“Fun for fuckin’ who,” he grumbled, rubbing his wrists that had gotten slightly cut up from the metal cuffs. “You couldn’t’ve gotten the fuzzy shit?”

“Thought these would be more fun,” you said, swinging the handcuffs around one finger before tossing them aside. You got on his lap, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his neck. “Did you like it?”

and to be completely sincere, despite all his intimidation and explosive temper, you took the job as his secretary because he simply didn’t scare you. everyone else tiptoes around him like he’s a rabid dog waiting to bite, but you don’t tolerate his bullshit. if he yells at you, you yell back. if he throws attitude, you shut it down immediately. your conversations end in nothing more than screaming matches more often than not, but he eventually listens. because no matter how hard he wants to deny it, he knows who holds the authority.

the thing about being bakugou’s secretary is that your job is basically just to clean up after every mess he creates. media outlets constantly criticize his attitude and temper, calling him things like "volatile", "unprofessional", “too aggressive for the public eye”, and anything in between. every interview is a massive risk when you have a cocky hero with such a short fuse running about. you can never trust whether he’ll snap at a reporter or threaten some innocent bystander on live television, so keeping him away from the media—as much as you can with such a popular hero—was best for everyone. 

this press conference was to confront that very issue head on, as well as a few other, smaller topics. a number of other heroes and higher ups sat stiffly around the polished wooden table, whispering small words of doubt or little judgments between each other like gossiping middle school girls before the broadcasting began. you sat directly next to bakugou, who was clearly worked up by the situation at hand. 

he sat rigidly, shoulders drawn taut, expression twisting on his face nothing short of murderous. each sharp breath he took looked almost forced and frustrated. you tried to get him into some box breathing methods to calm his anger in situations like these, but apparently it never really stuck.

the conference started off actually okay in your mind. bakugou seemed to keep his cool, even when tiny backhanded comments were thrown his way. the conversation flowed between other pressing issues within the hero realm—rankings, patrol rotations, the upcoming hero gala—and katsuki chimed in every now and then with his two cents, no matter how passive aggressive they were. for a fleeting moment, you felt genuinely proud of how composed he’d stayed throughout the meeting, like maybe your tough love and endless reprimand over the years were finally getting through to him. 

of course, your relief didn’t last for long; when did it ever around him. some higher up, perhaps a ceo or official of sorts, suddenly switched the topic to focus solely on bakugou. it actually seemed like he was trying to get under his skin, maybe for the cameras or some weird ego thing. whatever it was, it worked. it worked a little too well.

“dynamight, there are actually a few issues i’d like to bring up regarding your…temper, if that's alright,” he pronounced with a smug grin spreading across his lips, eyes now narrowing on bakugou himself. he doesn’t even give katsuki a chance to reply before continuing, “while your results in the field are undeniably impressive, there’s growing concern regarding your conduct during missions.”

bakugou already looks irritated but stays quiet. then he continues, “the public’s trust in heroes depends not only on strength, but restraint.” the room is eerily quiet, so silent you can hear the vibrating hum of the heater in the corner, the click of someone’s pen across the room. 

another man joins in, “there have been repeated reports of intimidation toward civilians, aggressive language toward media personnel, and unnecessary destruction during combat situations.” he shifts in his seat, fiddling with a pen between his fingers and clearly not as confident as the first man. 

bakugou snaps back, “the civilians are alive, aren’t they?” whispers can be heard around the table. a camera flashes from the wall of reporters lining the room. “my job ain’t keeping people pleased, it’s protecting them.”

the official gives one of those tight-lipped politician smiles. the kind you know is feigned before hearing a word of what he has to say. “and that attitude right there is precisely the problem, dynamight.” 

the shift in his behavior comes at that moment exactly. an angered expression bordering on the line of disgust crosses his face faster than you can blink as he clicks his tongue and huffs out some insult under his breath. you watch as he tries to remain calm and utterly fails after about two seconds, slamming a hand against the table and sparks pop at his palms. 

“attitude? you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he growls sharply. the flashes of surrounding cameras increase rapidly at bakugou’s sudden anger, almost like they're trying to egg him on. 

“dynamight, not now.” you whisper firmly, but to no avail. he’s already practically got steam pouring out of his ears with how quickly he’s escalated things. 

another hero begins to chime in, trying to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand. “bakugou, nobody’s questioning your strength. we’re questioning your professionalism.” they unknowingly just make the situation worse. 

“professionalism? you want me to smile pretty for cameras while villains blow shit up?” he fires back instantly, dramatically whipping a hand through the air in emphasis. 

the official who started it all chuckles under his breath slightly, like this was all a part of some plan and it’s going perfect. because despite bakugou’s undeniable skills and power, he’s still extremely predictable. 

“a top hero should inspire confidence, not fear, wouldn’t you agree?” he hummed with a slight condescending tone. “i mean to be completely frank with you, many people in this industry believe your temperament makes you a liability.” he pauses for a brief moment, clicking a pen as reporters murmur in the background. “perhaps if you spent less time shouting and more time behaving like an adult, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

that’s what finally makes him snap. his chair scrapes against the floor as he pushes himself up, sparks flying from his palms. it happens so abruptly half the people in the room flinch when he stands, bracing for impact. 

“say that shit again.” room immediately goes dead silent. 

the official tries to maintain authority, saying, “this behavior is exactly what i mean—”

bakugou absolutely loses it. “you wanna talk about behavior?” he leans forward over the table like he’s seconds away from climbing across it. “you people sit behind polished desks acting like you know a damn thing about working in the field.” he snarls. “you read reports and watch edited footage and suddenly think you can tell me how to do my job?”

“dynamight—” somebody tries cautiously.

“don’t fucking interupt me now.” his palms crackle again, tiny sparks snapping in the air. “you wanna call me aggressive? fine. bein’ aggressive is what gets people out alive and ends shit before more people get hurt.”

cameras flash all around you, another murmur can be heard from the reporters. the official straightens in his chair. “threatening behavior isn’t helping your case.”

bakugou laughs harshly. “threatening? if i was threatening you, trust me, you’d know. all you extras care about is public image,” he continues bitterly, glaring around the table now. “you care more about whether i smile at cameras than whether the damn job gets done.”

“that’s enough,” another higher up cuts in firmly.

“yeah? then stop running your mouths.”

the first official exhales through his nose, visibly irritated now. “this is exactly why people struggle to trust you.”

bakugou slams both hands against the table hard enough to rattle the microphones. “i don’t need trust from bastards who’ve never stepped foot into real danger!” silence falls heavy over the room. he shoves his chair back violently and storms out before anyone can stop him. reporters immediately erupt into noise, camera flashes going insane as people start talking over one another.

you close your eyes for one painful second before forcing yourself up from your seat. “apologies,” you say tightly, already exhausted. “we’ll be ending things here.” someone calls your name as you hurry after him, but you ignore it completely, pacing down the hallway toward the sound of another door violently slamming shut. you follow as quickly as you can and enter the office without another word.

“what the fuck was that?” the office door slams behind you as bakugou storms further inside, ripping off his tie before throwing it across the room. “are you trying to get yourself suspended?”

he turns immediately, already furious. “oh, don’t start.”

“don’t start?” you repeat incredulously. “you just screamed at a public safety official in front of a room full of cameras!”

“because he was talking bullshit!”

“and now every headline tomorrow is gonna be about your temper again!”

“i don’t give a shit about headlines!”

“well your agency does!” you snap, stepping closer. “i do! because guess who has to clean up every mess you make?”

he scoffs. “then quit.”

your jaw tightens. “god, you’re unbelievable.”

“you think i’m just supposed to sit there while they call me a liability?”

“i think you’re supposed to act like a professional for ten fucking minutes!”

his expression hardens instantly. “you sound just like them.”

“maybe because they’re right!” he falls to silence, heavy and sharp. you keep going anyway. “every time somebody says something you don’t like, you throw a fucking tantrum and everyone else has to deal with it.”

“watch your mouth.”

“or what?” you shoot back. “you gonna yell louder? break something else?”

bakugou steps closer until you’re forced back against the edge of his desk. “you’re really starting to piss me off.”

“good.” you shove a finger against his chest. “maybe somebody should instead of kissing your ass all the time.” his jaw clenches hard. “you act like such a fucking brat.”

“say that again.”

“you heard me.”

his hand suddenly grabs your wrist. “careful.” and before you can think better of it, you slap him hard across the face.

the sound echoes through the office. both of you freeze. your own breathing stops for a second as bakugou’s head turns slightly from the impact. the red mark spreading across his cheek makes your stomach immediately drop.

oh fuck.

his grip on your wrist loosens instantly. you yank your hand back like you’d burned it on a stove or something. “shit—katsuki, i—”

he says absolutely nothing, which honestly feels ten times worse than if he were to yell; for once you found yourself praying for that same anger.

your panic spikes immediately. “fuck, i didn’t mean to actually—i just—you grabbed me and i—” you drag both hands over your face aggressively. “jesus christ.”

bakugou still hasn’t moved. he’s just staring at you with this unreadable expression that makes you even more nervous. “look, i’m sorry, okay?” you ramble quickly. “that was too far. i know that was too far.” you’re met with nothing but silence. “please just say something.” his jaw shifts slightly.

then your eyes drop and immediately narrow. there’s a very obvious bulge pressing against the front of his slacks.

you blink once, staring without even realising it. your brain genuinely fails to process it for a solid second because there is no fucking way you’re seeing this correctly. your eyes slowly lift back up to his face. bakugou looks murderous and absolutely embarrassed. the tips of his ears are bright red now, chest rising heavier than before, teeth clenched so tight it looks painful.

“…oh my god,” you breathe out in disbelief.

“don’t.” he warns instantly.

your expression twists into something between surprise and amusement. “you masochistic asshole.”

“shut the fuck up, y/n.” 

you actually laugh once out of pure shock, staring at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “i slap you and you get a boner? what kind of fucking issues do you have?”

“i said shut the fuck up.” his voice comes out rougher this time.

you smirk meanly. “aw, is somebody embarrassed?”

“keep talking and see what happens.”

“what, you gonna get harder?” that’s what finally does it.

bakugou grabs your jaw roughly and crashes his mouth against yours before you can say another word. it’s all teeth and frustration and way too much force, like he’s trying to shut you up through pure aggression alone. your back slams against the desk hard enough to shake it slightly. you kiss him back just as violently.

his hand tangles into your hair instantly, gripping tight while your mouths clash messily. every breath is hot and angry, lingering adrenaline and unresolved tension from the conferance finally boiling over into something worse…or maybe better. you can practically feel how irritated he is about wanting this, which is exactly the reason you grin against his mouth.

in a sort of experiment, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug hard. bakugou actually groans. not even subtle either. the sound punches straight out of his chest before he can stop it, hips jerking forward against yours automatically. his fingers dig into your waist. “fuck—”  the entire balance of power shifts the second you notice that tiny loss of composure. 

your eyes narrow slightly against his mouth, almost amused now, while bakugou immediately looks pissed that he made that sound at all. his grip tightens hard enough to bruise as if he can physically force himself back into control through sheer aggression. “don’t look at me like that,” he growls.

“like what?” you ask innocently, though the smugness bleeding through your voice ruins the act completely. his jaw clenches. 

bakugou kisses you again before you can keep talking. one hand slides up to your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other stays locked tight on your waist. it’s possessive, controlling even. a kiss that feels more like he’s trying to overpower you than anything romantic.

naturally, you kiss him back harder. your fingers stay buried in his hair the entire time, nails lightly scraping against his scalp just to feel the way his breathing immediately changes. every tiny reaction only encourages you more. he notices—of course he notices.

his eyes crack open briefly to glare at you through the mess of blond lashes. “you’re enjoying this too much.”

“you’re the one whining.”

“i wasn’t whining.”

you pull sharply again. bakugou’s forehead drops against yours for half a second with a strangled curse under his breath. “fuck you.”

you laugh softly, breath fanning across his mouth. “aw, there he is.”

the look he gives you after that is genuinely unfair, completely wrecked in a way you’ve never seen from him before. within seconds, his hands are on you again, shoving you backwards another step until the backs of your thighs press firmly against the edge of the desk. you barely get the chance to register it before he’s crowding into your space completely, caging you there with his body. 

he kisses you again hard enough to steal the breath straight from your lungs. it’s messy and rough in the best ways possible. his grip slides from your waist to your jaw, thumb pressing harshly against your cheek while he angles your head back how he wants, like he’s trying to control the entire thing. you refuse to let him.

your fingers slip back into his hair again, nails scraping lightly against his scalp before tugging hard and forcing his head back just barely. bakugou’s entire body reacts instantly. a rough sound tears from his throat as his hips jerk forward against yours again, pinning you harder against the desk edge. his hand tightens sharply at your waist. you grin against his mouth immediately.

“oh, you really like that, huh?” you tease, voice mocking and breathless.

“shut—up.” his words break apart with a small, stifled moan when you pull again. this time his eyes actually squeeze shut for a second, face flushed as he bites down helplessly on his bottom lip. the sight goes straight to your head.

“holy shit,” you laugh breathlessly. “you’re fucking pathetic.”

bakugou responds by grabbing underneath your thighs suddenly and hauling you up onto the desk in one rough movement. papers scatter somewhere beside you from the force of it. you barely have time to react before he steps between your legs, forcing them apart with his hips while glaring down at you like he’s pissed off about how affected he is. it honestly just makes this whole thing better.

“wipe that smug look off your face,” he growls.

you tilt your head innocently. “or what?”

his jaw clenches. you can practically see the internal war happening behind his eyes—pride versus desire versus the unbearable fact that you now know exactly how to get under his skin. 

he leans back in, swollen lips this time quickly finding your neck. his teeth sink slowly into your skin as his sucks, large hands splayed across your back and pressing you as tight as possible to his warmth. his hips rock absentmindedly against yours, tongue flattening against the bite with a low whimper. trailing upwards, his lips shift to your jaw, littering a few, wet kisses against your warm skin until he finally comes back to your mouth.

you can still feel his erection pressing hot and heavy into you as he continuously grinds his hips forward almost without thinking. bakugou’s breathing hitches just barely when you trail one hand teasingly to rest over his throat, pressing your fingers down just enough to elicit a reaction. 

he only kisses you harder at that, tongue shoving itself down your throat in a sloppy attempt to gain control. one hand snakes to grip the back of your neck while the other stays spread across your lower back, the warmth from his palms spreading languidly throughout your body.

your hand slides back into his hair slowly this time, fingers curling near the nape of his neck before snapping back just enough to make his breathing catch. bakugou immediately grabs your wrist, not to stop you, but rather to hold it there. “quit fucking doin’ that,” he says lowly, voice rough.

your smile turns wicked. “say please.”

the words catch him completely off guard, eyes widening incrementally. he growls in frustration, biting into his lower lip and refusing to give into your antics.

the hand around your wrist keeps your fingers trapped in his hair while he crowds closer between your legs, still trying to prove he has the power here. your only goal is to prove he doesn’t. you quickly wrap your legs around his hips and lock him in place, trailing one hand to forcefully tilt his jaw just slightly downward, towards you. you tighten your leg’s grip on him as much as you can go, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies.

his reaction is immediate. a rough breath punches from his chest, eyes squeezing shut. his grip tightens sharply around your waist, fingertips digging into the fabric of your clothes. you feel him hesitate for half a second, crimson eyes staring through eyebrows drawn taut into an almost pathetic look. his cheeks are entirely flushed now, a small bead of sweat slipping down his temple.

“don’t get cocky on me, dynamight.” you growl, tugging his face closer to yours with a bruising grip. 

he lets out the most pathetic sound at that, hips stuttering into yours as his forehead drops to your shoulder.  “s-shit—” he whimpers pitifully into your shirt, breath ragged as his entire body practically gives out. tiny strings of breathless whimpers and broken moans push past his lips as he rocks his hips forward with a declining speed, scarred hand spread over your lower back and keeping you flush against him. small sparks sizzle at his palms as he nuzzles his face further into your neck.

you glance down only to see a darkened splotch forming over the crotch of his dress pants. and despite how badly you want to deny it—you don’t think you’ve been more attracted to a man than you are at this moment.

“...did you just…” you giggle barely with the words, brain still processing what in the world just happened. bakugou still hasn’t lifted his head from your shoulder, fingertips digging into your sides.

suddenly, there's a knock on the door. 

“d-dyanmight…? is everything…alright in there? the official didn’t mean to offend you—if you could just come finish the meeting—”

“f-fuck off!” he roars, voice still trembling as he comes down from his high.

“sir, this is an important meeting, could you please—”

“what part of ‘fuck off’ do you not get?!” katsuki is quick to cut him off again, sparks crackling at his palms and heating your skin just barely. “i’ll blow the entire fucking office to bits if you don’t leave me the hell alone! fucking extras…” the words trail off quickly, energy already spent.

he’s still breathless when the man finally complies and leaves you alone, footsteps dissipating as he ventures back to what you can only assume is the conference room. bakugou presses his face into the crook of your neck, as if trying to hide from the overwhelming embarrassment of the entire situation. after planting a small, shaky kiss to your skin, he takes one deep, slightly unsteady breath and finally lifts his head once again to meet your gaze.

the look on his face is one you don’t think you’ll ever manage to forget in your entire lifetime. a few spiked strands of hair are plastered to his forehead with sweat, the rest of his hair a ruffly mess atop his head. his pupils are blown so wide you can hardly see those burning red iris surrounding them, eyelids heavy and long lashes drooping over his glassy gaze just barely. flushed cheeks strike a stark contrast between the blond eyebrows curving pathetically just above his eyes. his lips are reddened and glossy with spit. 

this was a side to him you’d never even dreamed of seeing.

without a word, you carefully snake your hand from his hair to cup the side of his face, sympathetically tracing a thumb over his heated cheek. he doesn’t dare to fight back now and instead just leans fully into your touch, gaze staying locked on your own. he takes one last shaky breath before finally speaking again. 

“mention this to another soul…and you’re fucking fired…” he mutters, though theres no real bite to the empty threat. if anything, the overwhelming affection pooling within those striking eyes are only making him sound more insincere about ever letting you leave his side again.

“i won’t baby,” you coo softly, just a slightest teasing hint lacing your sweet tone as you tilt your head incrementally. 

youve always trusted kirishima. hes a great dude; hes always been loyal and expresses his love for you every second hes with you. but you couldnt help the fact that jealousy is part of human nature.

sitting at your desk in class, listening to aizawa sensei drone on about something you couldnt really care about. you were hyperfocused on your boyfriend. you knew he had a tight-knit friend group and theyve always been close since first-years, but you still felt envy bubble up whenever he talked to mina ashido.

she was beautiful, talented, with a cool quirk and a great personality. and you heard whispers around ua of how people thought they were cute together, even though you and kirishima were a well-known relationship. but it didnt matter, right? you know he loves you.

after class, you got up right away and speed-walked out of the classroom. you tried to walk as fast as you could to the dorm, but he still caught up to you.

"hey baby!" he chirped, tilting his head and flashing his sharp teeth in a grin. you gave him a weak smile, mumbling a greeting before continuing to walk. what were you doing? were you really that jealous?

he noticed, obviously, he notices everything about you. but he just assumed you were just in a hurry. he sped up to match your pace, chattering about something bakugo said or denki doing something stupid. he brought up something mina did during class, and you couldnt hide your scowl.

"mina this, mina that, huh? its always mina." you grumbled, folding your arms. he raised an eyebrow at you, and he gently grabbed your arm to stop you. you looked away, glaring at the floor. he smiled, cupping your face and having you look at him. "aww, baby. are you jealous?"

you shot him a death stare, your lips sealed. he laughed, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. he leaned down to give you a soft kiss, his warm lips pressing against yours. you felt yourself melting, despite your ego yelling at you to stay strong.

he pulled away and rested his head on top of yours. "you know, you dont have to be jealous. i love you, not mina. youre my sweet girl, my angel, my sweetheart, my favorite person in the world."

you felt your cheeks flush red, glad he couldnt see you, but felt a smile grow. "youre so cheesy" you groaned. he moved his head to look at you, and you went on your tippy toes to give him another kiss.

"i love you!" he whispered. "i love you too, you cornball." you mumbled, kissing him harder.