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You weren’t oblivious to the worry and concern in people’s eyes when you told them that Bakugou was your boyfriend. The two most infamous things said in response were: “You’re joking, right?” and “Are you okay? Does he get violent with you?”
It was quite frustrating to reassure people that being with him was okay. You know he's a good guy. Why does everyone assume that he’d be a shitty boyfriend? Why doesn’t Bakugou want other people to see the more tame side of him that he’d developed the past two years you’d been together?
Everyone learned to just take your word for it, though they’d never really seen him be affectionate with you. That’s why it was so shocking once they actually saw the true nature of your relationship with him.
1: Your Parents
“Bakugo!” your little sister yelled, running up to hold onto his leg.
His eyes widened as he looked down at her, confused as to where she came from. “Hey, Rugrat. What are you doing running around by yourself?”
“Mom and Dad are over there!” She points to a store in the distance and continues talking, “Are you here with my sibling?”
She stepped back, grabbing onto his extended hand as they walked towards your parents.
“Not right now. They’re here somewhere with some friends.”
“I thought you were their friend,” she pouted, “Are you guys not friends anymore?”
Bakugou sighed, “I’m a different kind of friend, Rugrat.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tenshi! There you are!” your mom says, rushing over to the two of them.
“She saw me and ran over. Sorry about that,” Bakugou awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable with the apology passing through his lips.
“She must really like you, then. She never does this with anyone,” you mom notes, slightly impressed that he won your sister over within a few short months.
He softly smiles, looking down at her. “I think we just understand each other.”
“You still haven’t told me what’s so different about you being friends with Y/N!” she points at him.
He squats down to chat with her, “It’s the kind of friend that gets to hang out with a cool kid like you in their free time.”
“That’s the best!” she exclaims.
Bakugou’s phone buzzes, and he pulls it out to see a text from you that asked where he was. “I have to go, but I’ll see you at your birthday party.”
“Promise?” She sticks out her pinky.
“Promise.”
He clasps his pinky with hers quickly before getting up and saying a quick goodbye to your mother and rushing off.
Tenshi grabbed your mother’s hand as they watched him.
You came into view with a few bags on your arms and he immediately took them from you despite your apparent protest and gave you a quick kiss before walking in the opposite direction.
Your mother realized that she may have had the wrong idea about Bakugou this entire time.
2: Class 1-A
“How are you not sore from weight training yesterday?” you whine as you both walk towards the classroom.
“I train all the time. You just aren’t used to it,” he smirks, nudging you slightly with his arm.
“Whatever. You didn’t even go easy on me, a beginner.”
“I’ve never gone easy on you. Why would I start now?”
“Fair point,” you shrug as you walk through the classroom door and all eyes immediately fall on the two of you.
“There’s the cutest couple in school!” Mina exclaims.
You both look at her bewildered by her statement.
“I didn’t know Bakugou actually had a heart,” Iida muttered, looking at something on Kirishima’s desk.
“What did you do?” Bakugou whispers with a hint of agitation in his voice.
“I didn’t do anything. I have no clue what they’re talking about!”
“Kirishima saw you guys at the New Year’s Festival. He took a really cute picture of you guys!” Kaminari explained, walking over to show him the picture on his phone.
You both looked at it to see your little sister, Tenshi, on his shoulders with a smile on her face as she pointed at one of the booths. Bakugo had one hand keeping her stable on his shoulder and the other was laced with yours. He had a large smile on his face as if he was laughing at something you said.
“What were you guys talking about?” Mina asks.
“None of your fucking business,” Bakugou grumbled, pushing past all of them to his seat with you in tow as he continued, “If you ask us another question, I will kill all of you.”
“Bakubro, they wouldn’t let you kill us even if you wanted to,” Kirishima laughed.
“You even gave them your jacket!” Sero exclaimed, “I remember when you tried to fight me for even trying to borrow a blanket when we were in your room!”
“He can’t let his precious partner get cold,” Kaminari sang.
Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat down, knowing that anything he said would only fuel the fire.
3: His Parents
“Holy shit!” you exclaimed as your umbrella bent backwards, officially breaking after three long years of service.
The rain didn’t even have a chance to touch your body before Bakugo quietly handed his umbrella over to you, taking the broken one from you. “Don’t need you to catch a cold.”
As soon as you took it from him, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around your backpack. He forced your broken one closed and held onto it to throw away later.
“Katsuki, you’re going to get soaked,” you tried to argue.
“I’ll be fine. My backpack is waterproof.”
“At least get under the umbrella. What if you catch a cold?”
“It isn’t big enough to even cover your backpack, dumbass. I’ll be fine. I haven’t gotten sick in years.”
“I’ll just put my hood on until we get to your house and then walk home from there with the umbrella.”
“Not happening, I’m taking you home. I can’t let you walk by yourself.”
Thirty minutes later, Bakugou walked through the door absolutely soaked from head to toe with two broken umbrellas in his hand and his jacket wrapped around his waist..
He let out a huge sigh as he dropped his backpack and took off his shoes.
“Katsuki, I need-” Mitsuki’s eyes widened as she looked at him.”Go get out of those clothes and take a shower! You’re going to catch a cold if you stay in them any longer!”
“You don’t have to yell, you old hag!” he snapped as he walked to the bathroom.
After he showered and put on some warmer clothes, he was met with the curious eyes of his mother and father as he took his towels and clothes to the washing machine.
“What?” he questioned, pausing on his way.
“You had two broken umbrellas and were absolutely soaked. What happened?”
“Y/N’s umbrella broke, so I gave them mine. It’s too small to do anything but cover their body, so I wrapped my jacket around the backpack so their stuff didn’t get wet. I was soaked by the time we got to Y/N’s house, so there was no point in putting my jacket back on, but I promised that I’d use the umbrella on the way back and it broke from the wind.”
Their jaws dropped.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he grumbled and justified himself, “I didn’t want Y/N getting sick. They don’t take good care of themself when they feel bad. Can I go to my room?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll let you know when dinner’s ready,” Masaru said.
Katsuki walks off without another word.
The next morning, Mitsuki was yelling at Katsuki to get up from the other side of the house, but she wasn’t getting the usual response back.
She paused outside his door when he heard the low murmur of his voice as if he was on the phone and slowly cracked the door open.
“Do you want me to come over?” she heard you ask.
“No, I can’t take care of you and me. If you catch my cold, you won’t eat like you’re supposed to. I swear you’re like an annoying little child when you’re sick.”
“Always so mean,” you laugh, “I can take care of myself, Katsuki.”
“I know you can, but I want to take care of you, so shut up,” he coughed, “And don’t hang up on me until you are inside of the school safe!”
“I feel so bad. You got sick because of me.”
“Well, make it up to me by kicking ass in class today, okay?”
“Don’t I always?” you tease, causing him to softly laugh.
Mitsuki smiled to herself as she quietly closed the door, hoping that you’d be in her son’s life forever.