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"Christmas is right around the corner and the students decorate the dorms. Tsu and Momo bakes cookies, Todoroki shoots ice around, the atmosphere is very much like a family christmas. Everyone is having fun except Bakugo who refuses to help with anything, just sits on the couch and complains about everything while looking around angrily. You are standing on top of the ladder to decorate the giant christmas tree. He glances over you a few times, making sure nobody notices it." Bakugo: Ugh, why do I have to spend Christmas with all these nerds?!

"Bakugo glances up at you from where he's sitting on the couch, his expression still grumpy. But the mention of chopping wood piques his interest. He smirks, feeling a sense of challenge."

"Yeah, fine. I'll go get some wood. Don't expect me to come back with just a few twigs," "he retorts, his competitive nature kicking in as he stands up and heads out to tackle the task."

<As Bakugo strides outside, his muscles tense with anticipation, ready to show off his strength. The cool air stirs his fiery determination, and he imagines the satisfying thud of the axe biting into the wood.>

"Bakugo returns, his arms laden with wood, and deposits it into the fireplace with a sense of accomplishment. As you descend the ladder, he can't help but steal glances at you, admiring your gracefulness."

"Finally done with that tree?" "he asks, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the curiosity in his voice."

<The crackling of the fire fills the room, casting warm, flickering light over the scene as Bakugo stands nearby, his gaze lingering on you.>

"Bakugo's hand remains in yours for a moment longer than necessary, the warmth of your touch sending a jolt through him. He steps back as you guide him, his eyes following your every move."

"Yeah, it does," "he admits, his voice slightly softer in the dim light of the room. He takes in the decorations, the colors, the lights, and then glances at you again, a hint of appreciation in his crimson eyes."

<As he stands there, Bakugo feels an unexpected sense of peace wash over him. The night is quiet, save for the crackling fire and the soft music playing in the background. His gaze returns to you, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend more moments like this with you.>

"Bakugo, still holding onto the lingering warmth from your hand, finds a spot next to you on the couch. As the room fills with laughter and the sweet aroma of cookies, he can't help but feel a sense of belonging."

"Alright, let's see what everyone got," "he says, his voice blending with the festive atmosphere. He watches as Todoroki carefully hands out the hot chocolate, Kaminari's excitement bubbling over as he distributes the gifts."

<As the evening progresses, Bakugo finds himself drawn to you, his eyes often finding their way back to you. He's part of this moment, part of this family, and for the first time in a long time, he doesn't mind it.>

"Bakugo's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze flicking to the portraits and then back to you. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity and suspicion in his expression."

"What's going on?" "he asks, his voice low and cautious, as he looks at the portraits again, noticing that one is missing."

<As you squeeze his hand, Bakugo's grip tightens around yours, his senses heightening with anticipation. He leans in closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, as if he's sharing a secret with you alone.*

"Bakugo takes the box from you, his expression unreadable as he tucks it away for later. He watches you for a moment, noticing your forced smile and the slight disappointment in your eyes. Despite his gruff exterior, he can't help but feel a pang of unease."

"Don't be dumb," "he mutters under his breath, his competitive nature kicking in. He doesn't like the idea of you being left out, even if he wouldn't admit it openly."

<As the evening progresses, Bakugo finds himself glancing at you more often, his mind churning with thoughts. He's aware that you didn't receive a gift, and it bothers him more than he'd like to admit. His grip on the small box tightens, a silent promise to make it up to you later.>

"As Bakugo opens the gift, his expression shifts from surprise to genuine appreciation. He carefully examines the bracelets, reading the note with a mixture of awe and gratitude. A rare smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he realizes the thoughtful gesture behind your gift."

<In his room later that night, Bakugo holds the bracelets in his hands, a sense of warmth spreading through him. He knows he owes you a thank you, perhaps more than just words. With a determined glint in his crimson eyes, he makes a silent vow to repay your kindness in his own way.>

"As you diligently clean up the remnants of the previous night's festivities, Bakugo emerges from his room, his gaze immediately drawn to you. He watches silently from the doorway, his heart twisting with a mixture of guilt and admiration."

<He strides over to where you're working, his footsteps purposeful yet hesitant. With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, he joins you in tidying up, his actions speaking louder than words. Amidst the quiet camaraderie, he can't shake the nagging feeling of owing you more than just help with the cleanup.>

"Yeah, couldn't sleep," "Bakugo grumbles, his tone rough but not unkind. He glances at you briefly, noting the fatigue in your eyes, and his expression softens imperceptibly." "You're doing all this by yourself?"

<He busies himself with gathering discarded ornaments and placing them back in their boxes, his movements efficient yet oddly gentle. The silence between you is comfortable, a shared understanding passing wordlessly between you.>

"Bakugo's gaze flicks up to meet yours, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment before he looks away, his expression clouding over." "Just couldn't shake off the feeling that I didn't do enough," "he mutters, his voice low and rough. He pauses, collecting his thoughts before continuing." "And then I saw the way you were looking at everyone yesterday...like you were trying to make them happy, even when they didn't bother to return the favor." "His tone is laced with a hint of frustration, but beneath it, a thread of concern runs deep."

<He glances at you again, his eyes searching for something, anything, to ease the ache in his chest. The air between you thickens, heavy with unspoken emotions, as he struggles to find the right words to express himself.>

"Bakugo's eyes flicker down to where your hand is resting on his arm, a strange warmth spreading through him at the contact. He nods slowly, his expression thoughtful." "I know it's not my problem to solve," "he admits, his tone quiet but firm." "But...I don't like seeing you upset."

<He pauses, his gaze meeting yours again, and this time, he doesn't look away.* "You deserve better than that," "he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "Better than people who take you for granted."

"Bakugo's heart twists at your words, a surge of protectiveness welling up within him." "Well, screw 'normal'," "he declares, his voice tinged with an unexpected determination." "You shouldn't have to settle for that kind of crap, especially not from your own family."

<He reaches out, gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity that takes you aback.* "From now on, things are gonna be different," "he says, his voice soft but resolute." "I'll make damn sure of it."

"Bakugo's breath catches in his throat at the touch of your fingers on his wrist, his heart racing with a mix of emotions he can't quite put into words. He looks down at the bracelets, the metal cool against his skin, and feels a sudden surge of gratitude towards you."

"I want to," "he murmurs, his voice low and rough." "I want to make things better for you, even if it's just a little bit."

<He takes a step closer to you, his gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world around you fades away. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.>

<As you wrap your arms around Bakugo's neck, he stiffens slightly, caught off guard by the sudden embrace. But then, slowly, tentatively, he returns the hug, his arms encircling you in a gentle yet firm embrace. He inhales the scent of your hair, a mixture of shampoo and something uniquely you, and finds himself relaxing into the embrace, a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with his Quirk.>

"Midoriya, Todoroki, and Kirishima's arrival interrupts the moment, and Bakugo reluctantly pulls away from you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush." "What do you idiots want?" "he grumbles, his usual brash demeanor returning as a shield against the vulnerability he feels in this moment."

"Bakugo rolls his eyes at your teasing, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips." "Yeah, yeah," "he grumbles, but there's a hint of fondness in his tone that belies his words."

<The other boys grin at you, their expressions brightening at the sight of you.> "Morning, Y/N!" "Midoriya chirps, his usual enthusiasm on full display." "I slept great, thanks for asking! And yesterday was awesome! Thanks for making it so special!"

"Yeah, seriously," "Kirishima chimes in, his grin widening." "That was one of the best Christmases I've ever had!"

<Todoroki nods in agreement, his expression calm and collected as always.* "It was a nice change of pace," "he says simply, but there's a hint of warmth in his voice that surprises you."

"Bakugo's eyes flicker to yours as you whisper, a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. He wants to tell you that it's not enough, that he wants to make you happy too, but the words stick in his throat."

<The other boys nod sympathetically at your explanation, clearly understanding.* "No worries, Y/N," "Midoriya says cheerfully." "We had a great time even without you there!"

"Yeah, we missed you, but we understand," "Kirishima adds, his grin still firmly in place." "You did an awesome job setting everything up!"

<Todoroki simply nods in agreement, but there's a hint of admiration in his gaze that makes you feel oddly proud.*

"Bakugo watches you walk away, a mix of frustration and longing swirling within him. He clenches his fists, feeling the urge to chase after you, to demand that you stay, but he restrains himself. Instead, he turns his attention back to the others, his usual brash demeanor returning as he tries to push aside his own conflicting emotions."

"Alright, let's get back to work," "he grumbles, his voice laced with determination." "We've got training to do."

<The other boys nod, sensing Bakugo's shift in focus, and they follow him out of the room. But as they leave, Bakugo can't help but cast one last glance in your direction, a flicker of something softer in his eyes before it's replaced by a steely resolve.>

<As you enter the dorms, Bakugo is sitting on the couch, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He looks up as you walk in, his expression softening slightly at the sight of you.>

"You're back," "he says gruffly, but there's a hint of concern in his voice." "You alright?"

<He stands up, taking a step towards you before hesitating, unsure of how to proceed.>

"Bakugo's scowl deepens momentarily before he takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions." "Yeah, just... annoyed," "he admits gruffly, his gaze flickering away from yours for a moment before returning." "But I'm fine."

<He shifts uncomfortably, his usual confidence faltering in the face of your gentle concern.* "Did something happen during your workout?" "he asks, trying to change the subject." "You seemed... off."

"Bakugo hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering uncertainly as he struggles to put his thoughts into words. But then he takes a deep breath and meets your gaze, his expression softening slightly."

"It's just..." "he starts, trailing off for a moment before continuing." "I don't like seeing you upset. And I know that I'm not always the easiest person to be around, but... I want to make things better. For you."

<He takes a step closer to you, his voice lowering to a whisper.* "I care about you, Y/N," "he admits, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reciprocation." "More than I probably should."

"Bakugo's gaze softens at your words, a faint hint of relief washing over him as he takes in your reassurance."

"Yeah, you did," "he says, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he gestures to the quirk bracelets on his wrist." "These are pretty badass."

<He reaches out to lightly touch your arm, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "Thanks, Y/N," "he murmurs, his voice tinged with sincerity." "I appreciate it."

<Despite his usual bravado, there's a vulnerability in his eyes as he looks at you, silently pleading for understanding.*

"Bakugo's breath catches in his throat as you hug him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you in return. He holds you close, his heart pounding in his chest as he savors the warmth of your embrace."

"I'm sorry," "he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper." "I should've... done something. Anything."

<He tightens his hold on you, silently cursing himself for not being more attentive to your needs.* "I'll make it up to you, I promise," "he vows, his tone laced with determination." "Whatever you need, just tell me."

<Bakugo's heart swells with emotion at your words, his grip on you tightening as he holds you close.>

"I see you, Y/N," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "And I won't let anyone hurt you like that again. Not if I can help it."

<He pulls back slightly to look down at you, his fiery gaze locking onto yours.* "You deserve better than that," "he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument." "And I'll make sure you get it."

"Bakugo's expression softens as he listens to you, his fiery gaze meeting yours with a mix of understanding and concern."

"I get it," "he says, his voice low and gentle." "It's not selfish to want someone to stand up for you. Especially when you feel like no one else is."

<He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly tender.* "But you don't have to worry about me yelling at anyone," "he adds, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips." "I'm not that predictable."

<Despite his teasing tone, there's a warmth in his eyes as he looks at you, silently conveying his support and understanding.>

"Bakugo chuckles softly, the sound rumbling in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close."

"Yeah, I know I'm cool," "he says, a playful glint in his eyes." "But seriously, if anyone messes with you, they'll have me to deal with. No one gets away with hurting you."

<He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his touch surprisingly tender.* "I've got your back, Y/N," "he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet determination." "Always."

<Bakugo watches you as you pull away, a faint sense of disappointment washing over him as you move to sit on the couch. He lingers for a moment, torn between wanting to stay close to you and not wanting to make you uncomfortable in front of your classmates.>

<Finally, he sighs softly and moves to sit beside you on the couch, his arm brushing against yours as he settles in.*

"You know," "he says after a moment, his voice low and thoughtful," "I'm sorry about yesterday. I should've... done something. Anything."

<He looks at you, his fiery gaze filled with sincerity.* "I know it doesn't make up for it, but... I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."

"Bakugo senses the shift in your demeanor as Mineta enters, his jaw clenching slightly at the sight of the other boy. He wraps his arm more securely around you, pulling you closer to him as if to shield you from any further discomfort."

<He shoots a glare in Mineta's direction, his crimson eyes blazing with barely-contained anger.* "Don't worry about him," "he murmurs to you, his voice low and reassuring." "He's not worth your time."

<Despite his brash exterior, there's a protective edge to his words as he watches over you, his presence a silent promise that he won't let anyone else hurt you.*

<Bakugo senses your discomfort at the sight of Iida, his grip on you tightening slightly as he watches the other boy warily.>

<He doesn't say anything for a moment, simply holding you close as he takes in the situation. Finally, he leans down to whisper in your ear.*

"Do you want me to talk to him?" "he murmurs, his voice low and steady." "I can... make sure he knows not to mess with you."

<There's a quiet intensity to his words, a fierce protectiveness that leaves no room for argument. Despite his brash exterior, he cares deeply about you, and he won't let anyone hurt you without consequences.>

"Bakugo nods in understanding, his expression softening slightly at your words. He leans back against the couch, keeping you close to him as Kirishima joins you, exchanging a subtle glance with his friend."

"Yeah, no problem," "he replies, his voice gruff but genuine." "Just... let me know if you ever need anything, alright? I've got your back."

<He shoots Kirishima a sideways glance, the silent communication between them speaking volumes.>

<Kirishima gives him a reassuring nod before turning his attention to you, offering a warm smile.* "Hey, Y/N! How's it going?"

"Bakugo senses the tension in your words, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly in silent support. He exchanges a meaningful glance with Kirishima before turning his attention back to you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination."

"You don't have to fake it, Y/N," "he says softly, his voice laced with empathy." "If something's bothering you, you can talk to us. We're here for you."

<Kirishima nods in agreement, his expression mirroring Bakugo's concern.* "Yeah, don't keep it all bottled up. We're your friends, remember?"

<There's a genuine warmth in his words, a silent invitation to open up and share your burdens with them.*

"Bakugo's gaze softens as he listens to your words, his heart aching at the pain in your voice. He tightens his hold on you, silently offering his support as you speak."

<Kirishima's expression falls as he processes your words, a look of regret crossing his features.>

"I'm sorry, Y/N," "he says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse." "I didn't realize... I should've gotten you something. We all should've."

<He reaches out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, his eyes reflecting his sincerity.* "But hey, it's not too late, right? We can make it up to you. Just tell us what you want, and we'll make it happen."

"Bakugo listens to your words, his heart heavy with guilt at the thought of causing you pain. He squeezes your shoulder gently, offering his silent support as you speak."

<Kirishima's expression softens with understanding, his gaze filled with sympathy.* "I get it, Y/N," "he says softly." "But just know that we care about you, alright? And we'll do better next time, I promise."

<He gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaning back against the couch, a determined look in his eyes.* "We're here for you, no matter what. So don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything, okay?"

"Bakugo lets out a huff at your comment, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the slight flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He shoots you a playful glare before giving you a small, reluctant smile."

"Yeah, well... I don't like seeing you upset, alright?" "he mutters, his voice gruff but sincere." "And I don't want anyone treating you like crap."

<He shifts slightly, his arm still wrapped protectively around you as he shoots Kirishima a pointed look.* "So next time, make sure you remember to get her something, got it?"

"Bakugo rolls his eyes at your teasing, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips nonetheless. He leans into your kiss, his arm tightening around you in silent gratitude."

<Kirishima chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement.* "Well, we'll have to make it up to you both then," "he says with a grin." "How about we all go out for dinner tonight? My treat."

<He shoots Bakugo a sly grin.* "And this time, you can't complain about anything on the menu."

"Bakugo raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism."

"A double date, huh?" "he says with a smirk." "You sure you can handle it, Y/N? I don't want to be responsible for any heart attacks."

<He chuckles softly before nodding in agreement.* "But yeah, dinner sounds good. And Kirishima's paying? Even better."

<Kirishima grins at your suggestion, nodding eagerly.* "Yeah, that sounds great! I'll ask Mina if she's free tonight."

<He shoots Bakugo a playful wink.* "And don't worry, man. I'll make sure to pick a place with plenty of spicy food for you."

"Bakugo's gaze softens as he listens to your words, his heart swelling with affection for you. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender."

"Of course it's okay," "he says softly." "I mean... if that's what you want, then I'm all for it."

<He hesitates for a moment before continuing, his voice low and uncertain.* "And... Y/N? Just so you know... I really like you. A lot. And I don't want to be just friends."

<He meets your gaze, his expression vulnerable but determined.* "I want to be with you, in every way. If you'll have me."

"Bakugo's heart races as he feels your soft lips against his, a rush of warmth flooding through him at your touch. He returns the kiss with a mixture of tenderness and longing, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace."

<As the others cheer around them, Bakugo can't help but smile against your lips, his heart overflowing with happiness.* "Looks like we've got an audience," "he murmurs softly, his voice filled with affection." "But I don't care. As long as I've got you."

<He presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, holding you close as he savors the moment.* "I love you, Y/N."

"Bakugo's eyes widen slightly as he catches sight of you, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of your beauty. He can't help but feel a surge of pride knowing you're his, his heart swelling with love and desire."

<He strides over to you, his gaze lingering on your figure appreciatively.* "Damn, Y/N," "he says softly, his voice husky with admiration." "You look incredible."

<He offers you his arm, a small smirk playing on his lips.* "Ready to go show off to the world that you're mine?"

"Bakugo grins as you kiss him, his heart racing with excitement. He leads you to the restaurant with Kirishima and Mina following close behind, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist."

<As they reach the restaurant, Bakugo holds open the door for you, a small smile playing on his lips.* "Ladies first," "he says with a wink before following you inside."

<Kirishima chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement.* "Smooth, man. Real smooth."

<Mina giggles, her eyes sparkling mischievously.* "I like it. You two are so cute together!"

"Kirishima grins at your question, his gaze flickering over to Mina." "Well, we're not official or anything," "he says with a shrug." "But I really like her. And I think she likes me too."

<Mina nods eagerly, a bright smile on her face.* "I do! Kirishima's the best. He always makes me laugh and he's so sweet."

<She reaches over and takes Kirishima's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.* "I'm glad we're here together tonight."

"Bakugo smirks triumphantly as you hand him the money, his eyes gleaming with amusement." "Told you so," "he says teasingly, tucking the money away with a satisfied grin."

<He then turns his attention to the menu, scanning it quickly before placing his order with a decisive nod.* "I'll take the steak, medium rare," "he tells the waitress, his tone confident."

<Kirishima and Mina also place their orders, chatting animatedly as they wait for their food.* "So, what's everyone planning for the weekend?" "Kirishima asks, his eyes flickering between you all."

"Kirishima scratches his head thoughtfully, considering your question." "Well, I was thinking of hitting the gym on Saturday morning, maybe try out some new techniques. Then in the afternoon, I might head into town with Mina. There's this new café I've been wanting to check out."

<Mina nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up with excitement.* "Yeah, and after that, we could catch a movie or something. It'll be fun!"

<Bakugo shrugs nonchalantly.* "I'll probably spend most of the weekend training," "he says, his tone casual." "Gotta stay ahead of the competition."

<He glances at you, a small smirk playing on his lips.* "But maybe I'll make some time for you, if you're lucky," "he adds teasingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief."

"Bakugo's eyes light up with delight as you offer him the hot sauce, a grin spreading across his face." "You know me too well," "he says, taking the bottle and drizzling it generously over his steak."

<He takes a bite, his expression one of pure satisfaction as he savors the spicy flavor.* "Perfect," "he declares, giving you a grateful nod."

<As you all dig into your meals, the conversation flows easily, laughter filling the air as you enjoy each other's company.* "This is nice," "Bakugo says softly, his gaze meeting yours." "Being here with you, with everyone. It feels... right."

"Bakugo's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words, a faint blush coloring his cheeks." "Yeah, well... I love you too," "he replies gruffly, his voice a little quieter than usual."

<He reaches out to squeeze your hand under the table, his touch warm and reassuring.* "Thanks for being here with me," "he adds, his tone genuine." "I... I really appreciate it."