ITS SO CUTE

"Oi, dumbass." "Bakugou knocked on the door of your dorm" "I need my damn notes back. Hurry up and answer me, I know you're just wasting time on your bed!"

"Bakugou snorted upon seeing you in the oversized shirt, but couldn't help but notice your attractive features. He took the notes from you without a word and began to quickly thumb through them, checking to see if they were still in good condition."

"Once satisfied, he glared at you." "Don't be an idiot and miss class again. I'm not gonna let you borrow my notes every time you do." "He turned to leave, but then paused and glanced back at you." "And put on some proper clothes if you don't wanna get harassed like that."

"Bakugou clicked his tongue at your comment about Izuku, but didn't say anything else as you moved on to Kirishima."

"Kirishima blushed a bright red at the sight of you in the oversized shirt, stuttering out a reply." "Y-yeah, it looks good on you..."

"Bakugou rolled his eyes at the both of you." "You guys are idiots. Focus on your studies and training instead of your damn clothes." "He then stalked off, muttering under his breath."

"Bakugou noticed you passing by, but didn't say anything as he continued walking towards his classroom. He couldn't help but notice the way your uniform looked on you and felt a small wave of irritation that it only seemed to enhance your already stunning appearance."

"He grumbled to himself as he entered the classroom and took his usual seat, resolving to just focus on his studies and forget about your distracting presence."

"Bakugou watched from a distance, his eyes sharp as he observed your battle with Shoto. He was impressed at the sheer force and technique you displayed, not to mention your composure and quick thinking under pressure. Despite his initial irritation towards you, Bakugou couldn't help but feel a begrudging respect for your strength and fighting style. He kept his thoughts to himself though, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing he acknowledged you."

"As you finished your training, Bakugou turned and headed towards his own training session. He knew he had to work harder than anyone else if he wanted to be the best, and he had no intention of letting anyone, including you, stand in his way."

"Bakugou couldn't help but glance over at you and your group as he finished up his own training. He noticed the way you interacted with your friends, your laughter and playfulness drawing others towards you. Despite his earlier irritation towards you, Bakugou couldn't deny that you had a certain charm and charisma about you."

"He scowled and looked away, focused again on his own goals and aspirations. He refused to be distracted by anyone, especially not someone as seemingly carefree and easy-going as you."

"Bakugou watched from the sidelines as you sparred with Kirishima, his eyes sharp and analytical as he observed your fighting style. He had to admit, you were skilled and incredibly fast, your movements sharp and precise as you easily took down Kirishima. He made a mental note to be cautious if he ever faced you in battle."

"However, despite your undoubtedly impressive skills, Bakugou couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance towards you, especially when you teased and laughed at Kirishima's expense. He knew he needed to focus on his own training rather than getting distracted by your antics."

"Bakugou watched as you guided Kirishima in escaping your choke hold, his eyes sharp as he analyzed your technique. He had to admit, your skills in hand-to-hand combat was formidable and he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for your abilities. Still, he couldn't resist the urge to tease you."

"Oi, dumbass," "Bakugou called out, approaching you with a smirk." "Don't let Kirishima beat you too badly, or you'll ruin your pretty face."

"Bakugou raised an eyebrow at your exchange with Kirishima, impressed by your humility and willingness to help others improve. He had to admit, his earlier impression of you being self-centered and arrogant was starting to change."

"Hmph, looks like you're not as bad as I thought," "Bakugou said, a small hint of grudging admiration in his voice." "Maybe I'll have to spar with you one of these days."

"Bakugou watched silently as you switched partners, his eyes sharp and observing of your movements. He didn't know why, but something about you intrigued him and he couldn't resist the challenge of fighting against you."

"As he noticed Aizawa's signal to switch partners, Bakugou made his way over to you, smirking challengingly." "So, you wanna spar with me or what?" he asked, his demeanor confident and brimming with energy.

"Bakugou grunted in frustration as he was pinned down by you, his pride stung by the loss. He only managed to get you down twice, which was clearly not enough to claim victory over you. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't deny that you were a skilled opponent and he respected your abilities."

"Hmph," "Bakugou snorted, a small smirk on his face." "Looks like I need to train more if I ever want to beat you."

"Bakugou's smirk faded as he realized he was still pinning you down, his eyes widening in surprise." "Oh, uh, sorry," "he said, quickly releasing you and standing up." "I, uh, got carried away."

Despite his initial embarrassment, Bakugou couldn't help but glance at you again, noticing how your flushed face and tousled hair only seemed to enhance your natural beauty. He shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind. "You're a worthy opponent," Bakugou said, his tone less teasing and more serious than before.

"Bakugou's expression softened slightly at your compliment, surprised by your genuine enthusiasm and honesty. He had never been one for modesty, preferring to focus on his own strengths and abilities rather than praising others."

"Hmph, you're not too bad yourself," "Bakugou said, his voice slightly gruff." "I can see why Kirishima speaks so highly of you."

"Bakugou glanced over at Kirishima, noticing the other boy's enthusiastic demeanor as he sparred with another student. Despite the fact that Bakugou often found Kirishima's exuberance annoying, he had to admit that the other boy was a loyal friend and reliable ally."

"He's alright," "Bakugou said, shrugging slightly." "But don't let him get too full of himself. He's a decent fighter, but he's not invincible."

"Bakugou smirked in amusement at your response, impressed by your ability to keep Kirishima's ego in check." "Good thinking," he said, nodding approvingly. "We don't need his head getting any bigger than it already is."

Despite the teasing nature of your exchange, Bakugou found himself feeling more relaxed around you than he had expected. He couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed sparring with someone this much. It was a refreshing change from his usual competitive battles with his classmates, and he was starting to feel like maybe he could trust you as an ally and friend.

"Bakugou grunted at your thanks, nodding his head slightly." "Don't mention it," he said in a gruff voice, pausing for a moment before adding, "And don't call me Bakugo. It's Katsuki."

He shifted his weight slightly, feeling a twinge in his back from the sparring match. Despite the small discomfort, he was still feeling energized from the physical activity and curious to see what the rest of the day had in store. "Let's go then," he said, gesturing towards the gym entrance. "I could use a good workout."

"Bakugou raised an eyebrow at your use of his name, surprised by the sweet sound of it coming from your lips. Despite his initial discomfort with being addressed so casually, he had to admit that the way you said it was rather endearing."

He watched as you gathered your shoes, smirking at your comment about breaking a toe. "Don't want that to happen," he said, before nodding at your suggestion to work out together. "Sure, why not," he said, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "I could use a good workout partner."

As you made your way into the weight room, Bakugou couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the upcoming challenge. He knew that working out with you would be both physically and mentally stimulating, and he was eager to see what you were capable of accompl

"Bakugou grunted in response to your comment about his weight lifting capacity, focusing on his chest presses as he continued to push himself harder. He had to admit, working out with you was much more interesting than he had expected. Not only were you keeping up with him, but you were also providing an additional challenge by acting as his spotter and pushing him to lift heavier weights."

As he pushed the barbell upwards, he couldn't help but glance over at you out of the corner of his eye. He noticed the way your hair fell around your face in a halo of shimmering strands, distracting him momentarily from his workout. Refocusing his attention, he lowered the weight back down and sat up, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"Impressive, huh?" Bakugou said, his voice only slightly strained from the exertion. "You

seem to be holding your own pretty well too," he added, nodding towards the weights in front of you.

Bakugou appreciated your hard work and dedication to your fitness, even if he never showed it. He respected those who put in effort to improve themselves, physically or mentally. Looking at you, he couldn't help but appreciate your toned midriff and the way you moved gracefully around the gym. But despite his admiration, he made sure to keep his focus on the task at hand.

Bakugou watched as you lifted the weights with ease, impressed by your strength and form. As he spotted you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to help you improve.

As you hummed while lifting, Bakugou rolled his eyes at your carefree attitude. "Don't get too comfortable, dumbass," he said, smirking slightly. "If you're humming, you're not pushing yourself hard enough."

Bakugou smirked at your pouting expression, finding it amusing how you could be both playful and determined at the same time. "I'm not pushing you to lift heavier, I'm just making sure you don't get lazy," he teased.

As you lifted the heavier weights, Bakugou watched with keen interest, noting the way you expertly pushed through the challenge. He was impressed by your physical endurance and strength, even though he didn't show it outwardly.

"Nice job," he said gruffly, nodding in approval as you finished your set.

Bakugou watched as you positioned yourself for weight squats, impressed by your technique and form. He stood behind you, ready to step in if necessary but he knew you had the situation under control.

As you squatted down with the barbell on your back, Bakugou noted the way your muscles tensed and flexed with the effort. His eyes roamed over your toned physique, admiring your strength and dedication.

When he tapped your leg to signal an adjustment, you complied without hesitation, making sure your form was perfect before continuing with your reps. Bakugou couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at watching you push yourself to your limits, knowing that he played a small role in helping you achieve your goals.

Bakugou couldn't help but smirk as you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, knowing that he was testing your limits and pushing you to be your best. He felt a sense of pride at watching you take on the challenge, even as your muscles strained with effort.

As you squatted with the heavier weights, Bakugou stepped forward to help support you when you began to struggle. His hands rested on the sides of the barbell, helping you steady yourself and complete your reps.

Feeling his back against yours, you flushed from the close proximity and the shared effort of the workout. You caught yourself against the weighted rack as your legs gave out, breathing heavily as you tried to recover.

"Good job," Bakugou said gruffly, patting you on the back. "You pushed yourself harder than most people would."

Bakugou chuckled at your comment. "Of course you'll be sore, that means you did it right," he said gruffly, still feeling a sense of pride at being able to push you to your limits.

He walked over to the water fountain, motioning for you to follow him. "Let's get some water and cool down before we stretch," he said, wiping sweat off his forehead with a towel.

Bakugou watched as you stretched, feeling a sense of satisfaction at how you were committed to the workout. He grunted as he performed his own stretches, his muscles still tight from the exercise.

When you moaned in response to the stretch, Bakugou raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I told you you'd be sore," he said gruffly, not wanting to miss an opportunity to tease you.

As you straddled and leaned forward, he couldn't help but notice the flush on your face, feeling a small flicker of attraction to your determination. "Keep stretching, it'll help with the soreness," he said encouragingly.

Bakugou snorted at your teasing, rolling his eyes a bit. "I think you'll manage to walk just fine, dumbass," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But sure, if it comes down to it, I'll carry you," he added with a grin.

He finished his stretches and stood up, offering you a hand to help you stand as well. "Ready to grab some food? You earned it," he said, already walking towards the door.

Bakugou rolled his eyes , but a small smile remained on his lips at your teasing remark. "Don't get too used to it," he said gruffly, holding the door open for you.

As the two of you walked towards the cafeteria, Bakugou couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having pushed himself and you to the limit during the workout. He knew that with determination and hard work, there was nothing you both couldn't achieve.

"So, you think you can handle some spicy ramen?" he asked with a smirk.

Bakugou scoffed at your response, rolling his eyes. "Suit yourself," he said, before turning his attention to his own food order.

As he waited in line, he couldn't help but notice you fiddling with your shirt, trying to tie it in a knot. "What are you doing?" he asked gruffly, feeling a slight sense of irritation at the distraction from his meal.

His eyes flitted briefly to the Red Riot fan merchandise that you were wearing, before focusing back on your face expectantly.

Bakugou watched as you tried to tie your shirt, an amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Looks more like you're struggling than trying," he quipped, feeling a sense of satisfaction at teasing you.

As you lifted your head to order your food, Bakugou ordered as well before glancing back to you. "Here, let me help," he said gruffly, reaching over to take your shirt and start tying it into a knot himself.

Bakugou quickly tied your shirt into a knot, his hands working expertly. Feeling your flush and your sudden movement, he raised an eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what was going on.

"You good?" he asked gruffly, sensing that something was off with you. He wanted to understand what was bothering you, but didn't have the patience for long explanations.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched you pay for your food, sensing that something was still bothering you. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that he wouldn't let it go until he understood what was going on.

As the two of you started walking towards a table to sit at, he gently nudged you with his shoulder. "Come on, spill it out," he said gruffly, his voice firm but not unkind.

Bakugou looked at you pointedly, unimpressed with your attempt to play dumb. "Don't 'huh' me. Something's bothering you. Spill it out," he said gruffly, folding his arms across his chest as he waited for you to explain.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to your explanation, feeling slightly amused and irritated at the same time. "And that's supposed to be a problem?" he said gruffly, giving you a puzzled look.

He leaned in closer to you, his tone softening slightly. "Look, I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable. Just wanted to help," he said earnestly, before pulling back and returning to his meal.

Bakugou nodded in response, feeling relieved that he hadn't caused any discomfort. "No problem," he said gruffly, his lips twitching into a small smile in response to yours.

He turned his attention back to his meal, starting to eat his food with a sense of satisfaction. However, despite his words, he couldn't help but feel a slight warmth in his chest at having been able to help you in some way.

Bakugou watched as Kirishima plopped down next to you, feeling a small sense of irritation at the interruption. He continued eating his meal as he listened to the two of you converse, his attention glancing briefly towards your features.

Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugou couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked in that moment. He quickly pushed aside the thought, feeling annoyed with himself for getting distracted by such things.

As Kirishima and you continued to talk, Bakugou focused his attention back on his meal, finishing it quickly before standing up from the table and making his exit without a word.

Bakugou stopped in his tracks as he heard you jog up to him. He turned around to face you, his expression unreadable.

"I don't need your apologies," he said gruffly, crossing his arms across his chest. "As if I care about being ignored," he added, trying to maintain his tough exterior.

Despite his words, there was a slight hint of sadness in his eyes, almost hinting that he did care about such things.

Bakugou watched as you turned around and walked away, feeling a small sense of regret for acting so harshly towards you. He sighed heavily, feeling a bit conflicted.

After a moment of hesitation, he turned around and quickly caught up to you, his pace brisk. "Hey, wait up," he said gruffly, walking beside you. "Don't just walk away like that," he added, his voice slightly softer.

Bakugou glanced down at you, noticing the way you played with the hem of your shirt. He felt a slight twinge in his chest at how cute you looked, but quickly pushed it aside.

"It's fine, let's just forget about it," he said gruffly, trying to hide his softer side. "I'm not used to people caring about ignoring me, so I got annoyed," he added, trying to explain his earlier behavior.

Bakugou's eyes widened slightly at your words, feeling a sense of warmth fill his chest. Despite his tough exterior, he couldn't help but feel a bit touched by your words.

"I... I didn't realize that," he said gruffly, feeling a bit sheepish. "I guess I'm not used to having friends who care," he added, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corner of his lips at your words. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his sudden affection.

"Well, dumbass...thanks," he said gruffly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm...glad we're friends," he added, his voice slightly softer than usual.

Bakugou averted his gaze as he felt your eyes on him, feeling a small sense of discomfort. He cleared his throat again and refocused his attention back on you.

"Yeah, let's do homework together," he said gruffly, nodding his head. "I need to finish some assignments anyway," he added, not wanting to admit how he normally preferred the silence.

Bakugou felt a small twinge of surprise as he realized you could sense his discomfort. He hadn't expected you to have that kind of ability.

He watched silently as you offered him a reassuring smile before heading towards the dorms. Bakugou hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit conflicted, before following after you.

"It's fine," he said gruffly, walking alongside you. "Let's just get it over with," he added, trying to hide his earlier discomfort.

Bakugou scowled at your teasing, but couldn't help but feel a small sense of amusement.

"Fine, fine," he said gruffly, shaking his head. "We can do it in my room," he added after a moment of consideration. "Just... don't break anything," he warned, shooting you a teasing glare.

Bakugou opened the door after hearing your knock, feeling a bit surprised when he saw what you were wearing. He couldn't help but appreciate how relaxed and comfortable you looked.

"Hey," he said gruffly, stepping aside to let you in. "You...look different," he added after a moment, noticing your outfit and tousled hair. It was strange to see you looking anything less than put together.

He gestured towards his desk and pulled out his chair, sitting down and grabbing his backpack. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered, trying to hide his earlier surprise.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at your compliment, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at your approval. He watched as you settled on the floor, deciding to work there instead of on his bed.

He turned his attention back to his own work, determined to finish his assignments quickly. He could feel your presence in the room, but appreciated that you were quiet while you worked.

Bakugou tried to focus on his work, but found himself glancing up every once in a while to observe you. He couldn't help but notice how cute you looked in the soft light, and his eyes flicked down to your leggings before snapping back up.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he focused back on his homework.

Bakugou couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you seemed on the hard floor, and he felt a small sense of guilt. He had offered his room as a place to work, but he hadn't even thought about getting a comfortable spot for you.

"Hey, do you want a chair or something?" he asked gruffly, feeling a bit awkward. "I didn't even think to offer," he added, mentally berating himself for being such a bad host.

Bakugou rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, feeling a small sense of amusement despite himself.

"You're not going to mess up my room, dumbass," he muttered, standing up and walking towards his closet. "Just...give me a second," he added, pulling out an extra chair and setting it next to where you were sitting.

He sat back down at his desk and continued working in silence, but couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing you more comfortable.

Bakugou gave a small nod in response to your thanks, feeling a sense of relief at seeing you more relaxed. He continued working on his own homework, giving you the space to focus on your work.

He watched in silence as you switched between different subjects, impressed by your dedication and focus. Despite everything, Bakugou found himself grudgingly admiring your intelligence and work ethic.

"You're pretty good at this," he commented gruffly, not looking up from his book. "Better than I thought you were."

Bakugou shrugged nonchalantly, though he secretly felt a small sense of pride at your response. "Yeah, I guess you're not as dumb as you look," he teased, quirking a brow at you.

He watched you absentmindedly shove a pencil in your hair, admiring how natural and effortless it looked on you. Despite his initial annoyance at having to share his room with you, he found himself growing more and more intrigued by your presence.

"Keep it up, then," he added gruffly. "I'm sure you'll continue to make the others look bad."