before you guys started dating, bakugou had a plain black phone case. now, dating, he has a clear phone case with his favorite polaroid of you and him taken at some party. you’re sitting on his lap, legs draped over his thighs, your arm around his neck as you smile ear to ear. one of his hands rests on your legs comfortably, while his other holds your waist securely. he’s also smiling, though smaller and softer than yours. only you're smiling at the camera and he’s smiling up at you.
bakugou kissing your knuckles when you guys are at a red light is stuck in my head. “how romantic.” you joked, smiling happily. he immediately drops your hand, training his focus on the light. you frowned, intertwining your hands once more, “no, wait. i was kidding.”