Bakugou was well aware of his sometimes overly-protective attitude towards you despite knowing you were a badass and could take care of yourself. It wasn’t his responsibility to look after you every second of every day, and that certainly wasn’t the plan when the two of you had started dating after he basically screamed his confession at you with red face and flaring nostrils.
He wasn’t self-conscious of his ability to be a decent boyfriend, though Shitty Hair and Discount Pikachu had certainly goaded him with claims that you would tire of his attitude before too long; honestly that just spurred him on to be the best damn boyfriend he could to prove all those losers wrong! Bakugou held himself in high regard, and the fact that you two were dating just meant you were dating the absolute best.
But he was dating the best, too.
He didn’t miss the way others looked at you or tried to talk to you every chance they got. They were just friends, classmates, nobodies; you always came back to him, and he couldn’t deny the way he appreciated the soft looks you gave him as you snagged his hand to drag him away to somewhere he wouldn’t actually object to.
This time, however, went too far to ignore.
“I’m glad it’s nice out today, I’m so tired of the rain,” you said, walking side-by-side with Bakugou in the middle of the park. He liked being outside more than cooped up in a room somewhere, so it didn’t take much convincing to accompany you on a stroll for a bit. “Oh look, that guy’s selling ice cream over there! I know you don’t like sweets so just wait here for a minute.” Before he could retort or respond you ran off towards the vendor with a small pushcart full of ice cream – perfectly placed to turn a profit on a warm day.
Bakugou kicked a rock, then another one just to see how far he could make it sail before your laughter brought him back to attention. You were talking with someone, and it wasn’t the vendor.
Shaded by the cart umbrella he couldn’t make out distinct features, but body language and and tone of voice told him everything Bakugou needed to know about the guy flirting with you with exaggerated hand gestures and the sparkle of white straight teeth a highlight under the canopy. Bakugou growled on instinct as the stranger made you laugh once.
Then once more.
And another.
He was the backdrop, a piece of scenery in a play between the two protagonists. But he was the hero, he was supposed to be the hero, dammit! You were his!
The guy’s hand touched your shoulder – brushstroke like a feather fall, light and supposedly innocuous – but Bakugou was wise to how most guys grabbed attention, and as soon as your laughter stopped and you stepped away, he stalked towards the two of you like a lion ready to pounce.
“Oi!” he roared, boots crunching on the grass crisp from the warm sun. “Get away from her, huh?”
He stood between you and the stranger, shoulders broad and eyes alit with fire.
“Katsu-”
“We were just talking, no need to get greedy,” the stranger said in a tone that Bakugou pointedly disliked. Greedy, huh?
The vendor stood by awkwardly, staring at the exchange while potential customers walked past quickly.
“C’mon, let’s just go,” you urged finally, grabbing Bakugou by the sleeve of his shirt and dragging him away from the cart though his eyes continued to stare daggers at the man hidden in the shadows of a lone ice cream cart.
He pulled his arm away once the two of you rounded a corner in the park, shoulders hunched and jaw clenched. “Fuck he thinks he is, stupid-”
“Katsuki,” you said with a slightly demanding tone as the two of you walked. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can take care of myself.”
He scoffed, avoiding your eyes. “Tch, I know that. Just pissed me off the way he was lookin’ at you.”
“Well aren’t you just a sweetie pie,” you mocked, knowing calling him any sort of ridiculously over the top nickname would get him out of his bad mood.
“What’d you call me?!” You stuck your tongue out and tried not to drop your ice cream as you ran from the familiar popping sounds following close behind.
Professional Peefer 