“I swear to god if it’s another one of your puns,” He started dangerously, widening his eyes. Bakugou lifted a hand, exploding sparks flashing about as a warning.
You laughed, reaching over the table and lowering it.
“I didn’t even say anything yet!”
He leaned back into his chair. Linking his fingers behind his head, he crossed his ankles on the desk. Bakugou sighed.
“Spit it out, then.”
You smiled down at your lap, wearing a fond expression. Today, you were going to say it. How he was going to take your words, you were uncertain. All you knew was your thoughts, which you’ve kept unspoken since day one, had to be said.
As you played with the hem of your shirt, Bakugou impatiently raised an eyebrow. What were you up to now?
He was going to speak up once more. But instead, he found himself observing you. From the way your fringes gently grazed your eyelids, to the way your eyes glistened from the s