When she touches him, he is lost. When she touches him, he is not himself.

He is a fragment of a man, a shred of dignity melted across her finger tips and painted across her palms.

She taps his shoulder in class.

Her hand brushes against his in hero training.

She high fives him at their internship.

He is putty in her hands.

"Don't," he snaps, because if he has to feel her beautiful, calloused hands on his skin one more time, he will burst. The red on his cheeks and the fondness in his heart will spill into the open, and she will run.

So he says "Don't."

But when she doesn't touch him, he is lost. When she doesn't touch him, he is not himself.

She no longer congratulates him with high fives.

She is careful not to ghost her fingers along his arms, not to let her fingers dance on the plains of his shoulders.

He doesn't want her to touch him.

He wants to touch her.

So he does.

He pinches her chubby cheeks between his rough fingers.

He slings his arm around her shoulder.

He ruffles her hair.

He touches her so, so much.

And one day, when movie night is almost over, and everyone is either asleep or back in their dorm rooms, his fingers find their way to hers.

And he holds her hand in the dark of the common rooms, the only proof of her reciprocation being the way her hand curls against his.

When they touch, together and of the same mind, he is found. When they touch, he is himself again.

When they touch, they are one.

Hey everyone! This one I suuuuper short, but I think it's just so cute! For some backstory, I like to think this could happen in canon (over time, of course.) they get closer as friends, and of course Bakugo doesn't know how to handle his emotions so when she touches him, he freaks and tells her to stop. Then he's like "wait. Fuck-"

And then they hold hands!!

Idk I think y'all get the gist lol. I hope you liked it, please please please give me ideas, I need them badly! Don't forget to vote and comment. And REQUEST SNSJCJJSJD

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