sneakily, while bakugou’s taking a nap at your place, you change his phone background to a picture of the both of you from your last date.
he shows up to your place earlier than planned, put together and handsome in an outfit that isn’t the usual athleisure you often find him in after work.
“get dressed,” bakugou tells you, standing in your doorway.
you stare at him. glance down at yourself in your ratty t-shirt and shorts, ready for a lazy night in and some takeout. look back up again. “what?”
“we’re going out.”
placing his hands on your waist, he walks you backwards, into your apartment. he leans down and kisses you—once, twice.
“move it,” he says, turning you around and giving you a little push towards your bedroom.
he takes you to your favorite restaurant, then the dessert cafe you told him about the week prior, having seen it be recommended over and over again on social media.
when you first started dating, he had little pat ience for places like these. his idea of a date was anything low effort and lowkey, like hanging out at his place. it’d resulted in several arguments until the both of you learned compromise—that after long days at the agency, the last thing he wanted was to go out and be surrounded by people again, and that you wanted to feel like you were the effort of doing something beyond what was convenient.
at the end of the night, feeling sentimental and warm, you snap a picture of the both of you.
you’re smiling brightly in it, focused on taking the picture without him noticing. so it’s not until after you’ve taken the photo that you see bakugou’s expression in it.
his mouth’s a neutral line, steady gaze focused on you. if someone who didn’t know him as well saw him, they’d wouldn’t notice anything special.
but you know that face. he’s looking at you like no one else exists, like you’re the only thing he can see.
after you change his phone background, you know it’ll take him a while to see it. he rarely uses his phone except to answer calls and messages. even then, he uses the notifications to open the apps directly (when he can be bothered to reply.)
it’s coincidence, then, when you overhear kaminari and kirishima teasing him about it when you’re all gathered at bakugou’s place for dinner.
“didn’t know you’d get all soft and fluffy in a relationship,” kaminari says, and you can hear the big grin on his face.
“aww, you know bakugou’s a really sweet guy!” kirishima says.
“shut up, both of you,” bakugou grumbles, and the two laugh.
later that night, when everyone’s gone and bakugou’s in the shower, you check his phone to see if your friends’ teasing made him change his background back. you know he gets super annoyed when they poke fun at him, even innocently.
but when you tap his screen to wake his phone up, you find the same picture is now his lock screen too.
“hey, nosy.”
startled, you nearly drop his phone, just managing to catch it and regain your grip.
bakugou’s arms, still damp from the shower, wrap around you from behind. he rests his chin on top of one of your shoulders and turns his head so his face is pressed against your neck.
“hey,” you tell him. “i like you a lot.”
he snorts. grazes his teeth against your skin, kisses the sharp away. slides his hand up under the hem of your shirt, gliding across the skin of your abdomen.
“let’s go to bed,” he says.
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Give me a modern AU where Perona is a collage drop out because her best friend/roommate Gekomoria ended up being a criminal handing in illegal trades. Like he was her rich friend buying her everything but they genuinely got on great. But after the apartment being ransacked through the investigation. The interview and court dealings taking so long she failed all her classes. And because since he was arrested she lost her house. She dropped out.
She ends up having to reach out to extended family until one distance uncle agreed and is now staying with Mihawk until she can mentally and financially recover from the biggest fuck over of her life. She’s part time employed at an alt fashion store and rather then pays rent does most of the chores.
Zoro moves in a year later to not have to pay for his own house while in collage and mihawk suddenly finds his happy single (probably rich) life filled with annoying 20 yo’s baking cookies at three am and drinking all the damn milk.
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