@VigorousYapper —— hangouts with the gang that drained his already reduced social battery.
He returned his gaze to the candles, clearing his throat when he noticed the smell of his own sweat and… “Did you cook?”
@VigorousYapper For some stupid fucking reason, Bakugou huffed out: “And who says I don’t have a date?”
He regretted the words the moment they were out of his mouth, because they made no fucking sense. Who would he be dating?
His life was limited to his job and this house, with few ——
@VigorousYapper slowly, continued upward—
“Deku,” he rasped out, then hurried to clear his throat. “You having a date over? You could have told me.” He hesitated, in disbelief that all this display was for him.
@VigorousYapper Mindfucked was what he absolutely was.
What
The
Fuck?
He was so bamboozled by the decoration that he barely registered the other’s voice and when he finally looked up… well fuck, did he fall and hit his head? Wide eyes lingered on the strong thighs, and his gaze slowly, very -
@VigorousYapper Bakugo had had a long day. Villains seemed to go extra hard on being an absolute pain during holidays, and Valentine’s was no different.
He opened the front door, mumbling an ‘I’m home’ as he kicked it close with his foot.
His exhaustion soon turned to confusion when he walked -