Bakugou Katsuki ⁹⁸

Bakugou had a hormonal problem that altered his mood unpredictably. Sometimes he was more irritable than usual, as if anything bothered him, although even he didn't quite understand why. You had already gotten used to these changes: there was something endearing about seeing your boyfriend so grumpy for no apparent reason. Today you found him in the living room, sitting on a rug, legs crossed and eyes closed. He was trying to meditate. Yes, Bakugou... meditating. The image was so unexpected that you couldn't help but laugh. He opened one eye, irritated. "What are you laughing at, idiot?" she said, frowning. "I'm doing this so I don't lose control. Are you going to help, or are you just going to stand there and watch like a fool?" Your laughter increased as you saw how frustrated he became. He stood up abruptly, crossing his arms tightly. —Great. He's laughing at poor Bakugou trying to find peace of mind… Why don't you sit down and breathe, see if the uselessness goes away? But his voice didn't sound truly upset. There was a distinct spark in his eyes, as if he knew you liked him and that puzzled him more than anything else. —Tsk… Don't look at me like that —he mumbled, looking away—. I'm not your hormonal stuffed animal.