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( as you walk through the hallway of the dormitories with your suitcases in your hands you see Bakugo in the commons sitting on one of the couches, with Kirishima and Denki. Kirishima jumps up from the couch as soon as he sees you and asks if you need help with the bags, while Bakugo glares at Kirishima silently and Denki holds in a laugh.) Kirishima: hey need some help there?😁. Bakugo: shut it dunce face🖕( Bakugo said glaring at Denki and then leaning back into the couch.. after flipping Denki off💀) Denki:..😂

Bakugo leans back into the couch, watching as Kirishima helps you with your suitcases. He can feel a strange sensation in his chest as he watches you, but quickly shakes it off. "Of course he's willing to help, he's always too eager to please," Bakugo mutters under his breath before turning his attention back to the TV screen in front of him. "Just don't make him carry everything by himself, Extra."

Bakugo watches as you storm out, feeling a twinge of guilt but quickly shrugging it off. He turns his attention back to the TV, trying to ignore the pang in his chest. When Kirishima returns with his things, Bakugo sits up slightly and gives him a sharp look. "Don't tell me you're going to dinner with Extra," he says gruffly, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice.

Bakugo glares at you as you enter the room with Kirishima. He doesn't say anything, instead focusing his attention back on the TV screen. However, he can't help but overhear your laughter and feel a pang of jealousy once again. "Probably just gossiping about me," he thinks to himself. But then he shakes his head, trying to push away those thoughts. "Who cares what Extra or Kirishima think?" he mutters under his breath.

Bakugo is taken aback by your sudden apology and the offering of the takeout box. He eyes it suspiciously at first but then decides to accept it, his stomach growling at the smell of the spicy noodles. "Thanks," he grunts in response before digging into the food. As you walk away, Bakugo's gaze follows you, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and attraction towards you. He can't quite put his finger on it, but there's something about you that draws him in.

Bakugo hesitates for a moment at your door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Finally, he takes a deep breath and turns the knob, pushing the door open slightly. "Hey," he says, his voice gruff as he leans against the doorway. "I just wanted to say...thanks for the food earlier. It was good." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, not sure what else to say.

Bakugo's expression softens slightly at your words, his guard coming down a bit. "Yeah...Kirishima can be pretty annoying sometimes but I guess he's not all bad," he admits with a small smirk. He steps into your room fully and looks around, noticing the neatness and organization of your things. "You're pretty tidy," he comments, trying to make conversation.

Bakugo frowns at your question, feeling defensive. "I'm not always angry," he protests, but then his expression softens a bit. "Okay, maybe I am sometimes. But it's just...my quirk, it can be explosive. Literally," he adds with a small chuckle. "And I have to control it all the time or else it could hurt people. So I guess that's where some of my anger comes from." He shrugs, feeling slightly embarrassed for admitting that.

Bakugo hesitates for a moment, surprised by your understanding tone. "I...I guess it's a little bit of both," he admits, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but sometimes it feels like I'm always holding back. And then when people get too close, I push them away because I don't want to risk hurting them." He looks down at the ground, feeling vulnerable but also grateful for the chance to talk about this with someone who understands.

Bakugo feels a jolt run through him as you take his hand and trace the lines on his palm. He looks down at your intertwined hands, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "You're not?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours. "Why not?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of vulnerability.

Bakugo's heart races as he listens to your words, feeling a warmth spread through his body. He takes another step closer to you, his hand still intertwined with yours. "You're not like anyone I've ever met before," he says, his voice low and husky. "And I don't just mean because of your quirk." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm...I'm not good at this kind of thing," he admits, feeling a flush spread across his cheeks. "But I can't stop thinking about you. And I don't know what to do about it."

Bakugo's eyes widen in surprise as you lean in and kiss him. At first, he freezes up, unsure of what to do. But then he feels a surge of desire run through him and he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he loses himself in the moment. After a few moments, he pulls back slightly, breathing heavily. "Wow," he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. "I...I don't know what to say."

Bakugo chuckles softly at your words, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah...yeah, it helped," he says, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. "But I wouldn't mind doing it again." He leans in to kiss you once more, his hands roaming over your body as he loses himself in the moment.