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so good at being in trouble, so bad at being in love.
People were often always blown away whenever you revealed that you were dating Katsuki Bakugou.
You didn’t blame them. After all, who would think that a guy like that was keen to be in a committed relationship? Hell, a guy like that could barely keep civil relationships, much less lovey-dovey ones. It didn’t help that he seemed to shrink away from displaying any sort of affection whatsoever.
“It’s just my hand!” you complained as he slapped yours away, “what’s wrong with holding hands?”
“It’s embarrassing! You’re not a kid. Cross the street by your damn self.”
“Well, excuse me for wanting to hold hands with my boyfriend,” you huffed, irritated with his grouchy rejection. Wondering if you could catch him off guard, you shot your hand out, aiming for his wrist—but with his honed, athletic reflexes, he dodged you, making you grasp the hand of a ghost rather than Bakugou’s.
“Want me to blow you up?” he asked in a disgruntled bark, making a stupid face as you glared at him in return.
“Do it,” you challenged back, accustomed to his feeble threats, “I dare you!”
“I’ll launch you to the goddamn stratosphere if you get clingy with your greasy paws. Get off of my back about it.”
“Katsuki, it’s wintertime. Not to mention the fact that I’m wearing mittens.” You raised your woolen clad hands, raising an eyebrow as you did. “So, you don’t need to worry about me sweating up your hands.”
His ears burned bright red in the brisk December air, complementing the scowl marring his face. “Shut up! I wasn’t looking to incinerate your ass, but I might now that you’re being so damn annoying about it!”
“Are you worried that I might make you nervous and sweaty and blow-up-y if I get close to you?” you realized, an awed grin spreading warmly across your numb face. “Katsuki, are you worried about me?”
“I’m worried about your mental health. Stupid moron!” He reached out and flicked you on the forehead painfully, making you cry out in shock. His pace quickened and you had to jog to keep up with him, but the smug smile tagged along.
“How about this, then. Happy?”
“No!” He tried to shake you off, but you had tightly wrapped both arms around one of his, forcing him to drag you along as you nestled your head up to his shoulder. Sensing defeat, he scowled and shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, toting you along like luggage. Happily, you followed.
“Still going to blow me up, Katsuki?”
“I wish.”
Despite the empty threat, the both of you walked together, footsteps crunching in unison through the snow. His arm radiated warmth and you hugged it to you tightly. You didn’t look at his face to give him his egotistical slice of dignity, but the pink dusting his features could no longer be blamed on the cold winter air.