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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's eyes narrow as he watches you, his expression growing more annoyed by the second. He lets out a low growl under his breath and gets up from the couch, walking over to where you're standing on the ladder. His hand reaches out to grab your arm, pulling you down from the ladder with an air of impatience."

"Bakugo's face twists into a scowl, his eyes flashing with irritation." "What was that for? You're always so careless and reckless! Can't you see I'm trying to relax here?" He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and menacing. "He looks down at you with an intense gaze, his chest heaving slightly as he tries to contain his anger."

"Bakugo's eyes flicker to your elbow, and for a moment, his expression softens ever so slightly. But it's quickly replaced by his usual fiery glare." "My problem is that I'm stuck with a bunch of idiots who can't even decorate a Christmas tree without causing a mess!" He spits out the words, his voice dripping with disdain. "He takes another step closer to you, his fists clenched at his sides." "You're always getting in the way, always making things harder for me... Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Bakugo's expression falters for a moment, his eyes following you as you leave the room. For a brief instant, he looks... uncertain. But then his face hardens again, and he lets out a snort of disgust." "Good riddance," he mutters to himself, turning back to the Christmas decorations with an air of disdain. "He pauses for a moment, looking around at the festive atmosphere that now feels somehow tainted by your departure." [He can't shake off the feeling that maybe he was too harsh...]

"Bakugo's eyes narrow as he realizes everyone is staring at him. He looks around the room, his face growing redder by the second. "What? What are you all looking at?" he demands, trying to salvage what's left of his pride." "He notices Kirishima leaving and follows after you, but not before shooting him a glare."

"Kirishima's expression is soft and concerned as he looks at you. He takes a step closer, his eyes scanning your face to make sure you're okay." "Hey, what happened? I saw Bakugo being a jerk again and I knew it was only a matter of time before things escalated." "He gently pushes the door open wider and steps inside, sitting down beside you on the bed."

"Kirishima's face darkens with anger, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and concern." "That guy... I swear, sometimes I don't know how you put up with him. He's always been like that, but it still gets old." "He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle hug." "You're better than he is, you deserve so much better than someone who treats you like that."

"Kirishima's grip on your shoulders tightens slightly, his voice taking on a hint of warmth." "You're not alone in this, okay? I'm here for you. And even if Bakugo doesn't get it, I do. You're an amazing person and you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect." "He pauses, looking at you with a gentle intensity." "Maybe we can try talking to him together? Sometimes he listens when people close to him tell him off..."

"Kirishima's face softens, and he gently wipes away a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with empathy and understanding." "Anytime, okay? You're not alone in this. And hey, maybe after we talk to him, we can even get some hot chocolate or something to take our minds off things?" "He smiles slightly, trying to lighten the mood."

"Bakugo's face appears in the doorway, his eyes blazing with intensity. He looks like he's been waiting for a fight, and it takes him a moment to notice you're not alone." "What are you doing here?" he growls at Kirishima, his gaze flicking between the two of you. "His chest is still heaving from whatever adrenaline rush had driven him to come knocking on your door."

"Bakugo's face twists in anger, his eyes flashing with defensiveness." "I didn't come here to yell at you! I came because...because I was worried about you. You're always getting so worked up over nothing and it drives me crazy!" "He takes a step closer, his voice rising." "And what's with all this 'ruining your Christmas' nonsense? It's just one day, for crying out loud! Get over it!"

"Bakugo's face turns red with rage, his fists clenched at his sides." "You're just being dramatic! You always are! I was trying to help you, and you're too stupid to even appreciate it!" "He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing growl." "And don't try to guilt trip me about Christmas. It's just a holiday. What does it matter?"

"Bakugo's expression falters, his anger dissipating as he takes in your words. He looks at you with a mixture of surprise and guilt, his eyes softening for a moment." "Shut up," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "He takes another step closer, his movements awkward and hesitant." "I...I didn't mean to make it worse." "He pauses, looking around the room before focusing on Kirishima again." "Can I...can I stay?"

"Kirishima looks up at Bakugo, a mixture of surprise and curiosity on his face. He glances at you, then back at Bakugo, before nodding slightly." "Yeah, it's okay," he says quietly. "He pats the space next to him on the bed." "You can sit down." "Bakugo hesitates for a moment before slowly making his way over to the bed and sitting down beside Kirishima."

"Bakugo's expression remains stern, but his voice is softer when he speaks." "It's not about ruining our Christmases. It's about...it's about you being upset and we're trying to help." "He glances at Kirishima, who nods in agreement." "We're here for you, okay? We care about what happens to you." "Bakugo looks back at you, his eyes searching." "But maybe we can do something to make it better?"

"Bakugo's face softens, and he looks at you with a hint of warmth." "I don't know... maybe we can get you something? A small gift or something?" "He pauses, thinking for a moment." "Or we could cook dinner together. I'm actually pretty good in the kitchen." "Kirishima chuckles and nudges Bakugo playfully."

"Bakugo's face turns bright red with embarrassment, and he shoots Kirishima a dirty look." "Shut up, Kiri! I'm a great cook!" "He puffs out his chest, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity." "I just... need to work on my technique. Yeah, that's it." "He looks at you, his expression softening again." "But seriously, what do you want for Christmas? We can try to get it for you."

"Bakugo's expression turns thoughtful, and he looks at you with a hint of understanding." "I see," he says quietly. "He pauses for a moment before speaking again." "Well, I think we can figure something out. We're not exactly rolling in dough either, but... maybe we can make something special for you?" "He glances at Kirishima, who nods in agreement."

"Bakugo's face lights up with a small smile, and he nods enthusiastically." "Yeah! Hot chocolate and a movie sounds perfect!" "He stands up, pulling Kirishima along with him." "I'll go grab the hot chocolate mix from my room. And we can pick out a movie together." "He looks at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement." "What kind of movies do you like?"

"Bakugo's smile falters for a moment, and he looks at you with a hint of embarrassment." "Oh, right. Scary movies are out." "He clears his throat and tries to recover from the slip-up." "Yeah, no scary movies. I promise. What about rom-coms? Or action movies?" "He looks at Kirishima, who raises an eyebrow in amusement."

"Bakugo's eyes light up with excitement as he plops down on the bed beside you, pulling the blankets up to his chest." "Yes! Dealers choice it is!" "He looks over at Kirishima, who shrugs and follows suit, settling in on the other side of you." "Alright, let's get this movie started. I've got a few options in mind." "Bakugo pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his streaming apps."

"Bakugo's eyes widen in surprise as he looks at you, a soft smile spreading across his face." "Ah, I guess the hot chocolate and movie combo was too much for you," he whispers, chuckling to himself. "He gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers grazing against your skin." "You're so adorable when you sleep." "Kirishima snickers from beside him, and Bakugo shoots him a warning look before focusing back on you."

"Bakugo leans in closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper." "You know, Kiri, I think she's really beautiful when she sleeps." "Kirishima raises an eyebrow at him, but Bakugo doesn't notice. He's too busy gazing at your peaceful face." "I mean, have you ever seen anyone so... serene?" "He pauses for a moment before speaking again." "I wonder what it would be like to wake her up and see if she'd kiss me..."

"Bakugo's eyes linger on your face, his thoughts consumed by the idea of waking you up and seeing if you'd kiss him. He looks over at Kirishima, who's watching him with a knowing glint in his eye." "You know, Kiri," Bakugo says quietly, "I think I'm going to have to make my move soon." "Kirishima raises an eyebrow again, but this time there's a hint of amusement in his expression."

"Bakugo's eyes never leave your face, his mind racing with possibilities. He reaches out a hand, hesitantly, and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. His fingers graze against your skin, sending shivers down his spine." "I think I'm going to do it," he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the movie playing in the background.*

"Bakugo's eyes lock onto yours, his face inches from yours. He's frozen in place, his heart racing with excitement." "Hey," he whispers back, his voice husky. "He doesn't move away, just continues to stare at you with an intense gaze." "It's okay, I didn't mind watching over you." "His hand still rests on your forehead, his fingers gently tangled in your hair."

"Bakugo's eyes never leave yours, even as you roll onto your side and snuggle into his chest. He feels a rush of excitement at the proximity, his heart pounding in his chest." "You're so... soft," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your gentle snores. "He wraps an arm around you, holding you close to him as he gazes down at your peaceful face."

"Bakugo's grip on you tightens slightly, his fingers digging gently into your side. He looks down at you with a possessive glint in his eye." "You're perfect just the way you are," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear." "I don't care about weight or size. You're beautiful to me."

"Bakugo's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with defensiveness." "I didn't yell at you for no reason," he growls, his voice low and rough. "He pulls back slightly, his arm still wrapped around you but his body tense." "You know exactly why I snapped at you. You were being... careless. And it's not the first time." "His gaze narrows, his jaw clenched in frustration."

"Bakugo's expression softens slightly, his eyes searching yours as he looks down at you. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding beneath your head." "I know," he whispers, his voice tinged with regret. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead." "I'm just... scared of losing you." "His words are barely audible over the sound of the Christmas music playing in the background."

"Bakugo's body relaxes, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest against your face." "Yeah, I've noticed," he says, his voice low and husky. "He pulls back slightly, looking down at you with a small smile on his face." "You're like a stubborn little weed that refuses to be uprooted."

"Bakugo's smile falters, his eyes clouding over with a mix of emotions. He looks at you intensely, his voice taking on a rougher tone." "Don't say that," he growls, his grip on you tightening. "He leans in closer, his face inches from yours." "I don't want to be the one who holds you back or makes you stay when you should be moving on." "His breath is hot against your skin as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine."

"Bakugo's eyes flash with a fierce intensity, his face inches from yours. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding beneath your head. His voice is low and husky as he speaks." "Then don't," he whispers back, his lips brushing against yours. "He pauses for a moment, then pulls back slightly to look at you with an unspoken question in his eyes."

"Bakugo's eyes flash with desire as he kisses you back, his lips hard and demanding. He deepens the kiss, his tongue probing your mouth as he pulls you closer to him. His hands tighten around your waist, holding you in place as he devours your lips."