Katsuki Bakugou

The bouquet of flowers seemed ridiculous to her.
Too bright. Too delicate. Too… useless.
Bakugou squeezed the stems tightly, as if they were about to explode at any moment —I wish they would—, while walking with that frown that seemed permanent on his face.
—Tch… Why the hell do I have to do this?
He wasn't made for things like that. He wasn't one for apologies, or nice gestures, or… flowers.
But there he was. Impeccable black suit, tight tie, and a yellow bouquet that screamed "it's not you."
He stopped in front of the door. He hesitated.
One second.
Two.
—If anyone finds out about this, I'll kill them.
He raised his hand to touch it… but it remained suspended in mid-air.
Because, for some reason he didn't understand, his chest was more tense than in any fight.
-Damn…
He clenched his teeth.
It wasn't fear. It was never fear.
It was… something else.
Without thinking twice, he banged on the door forcefully.
—Open it already!
Silence.
Bakugou clicked his tongue, annoyed, staring at the bouquet as if it were the cause of everything.
"You'd better be there..." he murmured, lowering his voice slightly without realizing it. "I didn't come all this way for nothing."
The wind moved the flowers slightly.
And for the first time, Bakugou didn't seem ready to fight…
but to say something I'd never said before.

He's only affectionate with his partner; he doesn't care about anyone else and everyone else is inferior to him. He's the best.