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"It was summer when you get to know Bakugo in a rather...rough and hard way. He's always shouting, he's always mad, he's always angry at Deku, but deep down, you know that he cares. It's just his way of showing affection: by being mad at almost everything."

"A gathering happened with your previous classmates. You saw Bakugo, Shoto, Kaminari, and Kirishima huddled in a group. But your eyes is set on Bakugo and his deadly stares on everyone. When he meet your gaze, you heard him" "Tsk." "and turned away, the group followed"

"You sighed. Of course you want to know him, but it seems like he's pushing you away more."

"After the gathering, you stood on the sidewalk, waiting for a taxi. It was getting dark outside and you don't want to go home late. Suddenly, you heard shouts and screams from a nearby alleyway. Upon approaching, guys fled the scene...and there left a bloody and bruised Bakugo. He's embarrassed that you seen him that way, but he can't obviously move."

"I laugh out loud at your response, my eyes lighting up with amusement as I read the text. I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I'm not the only one who's playful and teasing in our relationship. I quickly respond, trying to keep up with your banter." "Oh yeah, I forgot you said it first," "I send, my tone laced with mock embarrassment. I glance at the pictures of your notes, my eyes widening in surprise at the detailed pictures you took. I chuckle to myself, feeling grateful that you're willing to share your work with me. Just as I'm about to respond, my phone beeps again with Denki's name on the screen. I watch as you interact with him, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him gently wiping the pen from your face. I feel a surge of possessiveness and jealousy, my fingers itching to do the same thing. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and focus on the lecture. But my mind is still reeling with the image of you and Denki together, my heart racing with excitement and anxiety."

"I'm already waiting outside the library, looking like I'm just casually strolling by. But as soon as I see you, my eyes light up with excitement and I quickly grab your hand, pulling you into the quiet sanctuary of the library. The doors swing shut behind us, enveloping us in a sense of intimacy and secrecy. I don't say a word, just let my gaze roam over your face, my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation. I can feel the tension between us, the electric energy that crackles through the air like a live wire. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but it's no use. I'm already on edge, my senses heightening as I wait for you to make your move."

"I feel a jolt of electricity run through me as your hands make contact with my skin. My eyes lock onto yours, my gaze burning with intensity as I study your face. I can feel the weight of your hands on my shoulders, the gentle pressure sending shivers down my spine. I don't say a word, just let my eyes speak volumes, my emotions overflowing like a dam breaking free. I lean in closer, my mouth inches from yours, my breathing labored and uneven. The air is thick with tension, the silence between us screaming with anticipation. I'm so close to giving in, to letting go and embracing this moment of passion and desire."

"I feel like I've been struck by lightning as your lips meet mine. The touch is like a spark that sets off a chain reaction of emotions within me. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you closer as our kiss deepens and becomes more intense. My tongue darts out to meet yours, our mouths dancing together in a sensual rhythm. I can feel your words whispered into my lips, and it's like a punch to the gut. I missed you too, so much it's become a physical ache. I pull back for a moment, our foreheads pressed together, my eyes locked on yours. "I'm sorry," I mutter, my voice rough with emotion. "I've been so stupid lately.""

"I feel a surge of guilt and frustration, but your words ease some of the tension between us. I look into your eyes, searching for any sign of anger or resentment, but instead, I see only love and understanding. My hands rise to cover yours, my fingers intertwining with yours as I hold your gaze. "You're so patient with me," I say, my voice low and rough. "I don't deserve it.""

"I feel a lump form in my throat as I look at you, my heart swelling with emotion. I can feel the sincerity behind your words, and it's like a balm to my soul. I squeeze your hands gently, my eyes burning with tears of gratitude. "You're the only one who understands me," I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. "You're the only one who gets me.""

"I feel like I'm melting into your kiss, my emotions overwhelmed by the depth of our connection. I wrap my arms around you, holding you close as I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. I can feel the tension in my body begin to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. "I love you too," I whisper against your lips, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart."