Mirrors part 11/11!!! (Simon is NOT beating the wet cat allegations)

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A bit omninous but good overall I'd say 👍

…please say this hasn’t been done 🥹

he is impatient, waiting outside beside you but he looks mad. speech marks between his furrowed eyebrows. lips twisted mid snarl and his nose scrunched. his face does it unconsciously, on level one hundred all the time. he’s barely even annoyed since he has you to keep him company.

he hunches forward in his chair under the umbrella shade. elbows on his knees, phone in hand incase any messages come through. he’s got his bag slung across his body and he’s dressed in an outfit you chose.

you can tell he’s thinking about something work related, his mind often goes there without meaning to.

so you do what he always does to you, grabbing his chin so that grumpy face looks at you.

“what?” he blurts, not rude but curious.

his pupils are quick, skimming over your face, trying to judge your expression before you can tell him. he likes what you’re wearing today and you smell lovely.

“you look angry. relax your face.”

it’s something you tell him often and in turn, it makes him think about it often. he doesn’t want you to think he looks unattractive. god forbid.

but you punctuate your comment by providing an easy solution, kissing his lips in public and immediately everything goes doiwn.

the snarl, the frown, his nose.

you’re both not one for public displays of affection, but whenever you want it he welcomes it.

as you’re pulling away, he gives you another peck, like you’re playing a game and now it’s equal score. you let go of his chin so he can roughly (and quite dramatically) rub his face as if it’s an error he needs to erase.

“didn’t even realise i was doin’ it. fuck. sorry.”

you pout at the apology. he’s adorable when he doesn’t mean to be.

“i do love the face, don’t get me wrong. you just look like my guard dog and that’s not the vibe i’m going for today,” you laugh to yourself.

bakugou gives you his full attention as you lean back in your chair. he twirls his phone in one hand between his thumb and pointer finger.

“what’s the vibe you’re goin’ for?” the word vibe isn’t really in bakugou’s vocabulary.

“my gorgeous boyfriend beside me in his cute little outfit.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows. he likes that. he likes when you compliment him, claim him, put words in sentences he’s never heard anyone use for him before. he exhales deeply out his nose.

“i can do that,” he sits up, fixes his posture and even drags your chair closer to his. “we’re matchin’ too.”

his khaki button down shirt matches your khaki bra straps under your white cami top.

“i know! it’s like you only realise if you’re paying attention!”