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you loved when bakugou wore sunglasses.
his most used pair were these black shades. a typical pair, easy to style and pretty much went with everything. black rims with black lenses so that you never knew where he was looking. your favourite was when he’d come pick you up, leaning over the passenger seat to open the door to let you in, peering at you from over the top of the frames. head titled so he can see all of you in the warm sunlight, scarlet pupils flicking you up and down, a little dilated because it’s you he’s looking at. and you look at him too with his matching tight black vest, thin gold chain and black shorts. he looks so good. you’re about to tell him as you slide into the leather seat but he beats you to it.
“hey princess, you look pretty.” and he says it so casually, so politely like he’s a good boy that spends his last few pennies to get you a single flower from the florist. not a very handsome pro hero looking so similar to sin and temptation in his sleek car that was worth more than your student debt and then some. he says it wearing those goddamn sunglasses with one hand on the wheel and looking at you. you’re not exactly sure where.
bakugou, on the other hand… his eyes bounce to your exposed collarbones, the centre decorated with a dainty necklace he bought you and… is that glitter across your chest? then the expanse of your neck, up to your ear, all exposed from your hair being up. he knew your hair always made you even hotter in this sweltering heat and he loved how it opened your face up. then his eyes drop down to your exposed plump thighs in your pretty little summer dress. so pretty. makes him wanna sit you on his lap and snuggle you to his chest. usually you’d push his head away when he’s so clearly checking you out. heating up cutely with embarrassment and shuffling to cover your skin. but you can’t tell.
“thank you baby,” you kiss his cheek, “you look handsome too.”
and it’s something about the way your boyfriends eyes are your favourite feature on him. yet you loved when you couldn’t see them when they were covered by the midnight black lens. it’s so obvious for you to love his eyes but it was true. you could see everything about him in his there; the way they shone like rubies when he was intimate with you, to the way they melted like magma when he was passionate about something. they were always alert and analysing, like he knew what was going on before anyone else did and he had to be aware of everybody and everything incase something happened. side effects of being a pro hero you assume. though of course, when he’s alone with you, at home, his eager eyes would soften, become lazy because you were here, safe. with him.
but… well wearing his sunglasses gave him that bad boy aura, that who’s he? you read about in those online books when you were 13. made him carry an air of mystery and expectancy, made you want to give him a reason to look at you.
though you didn’t have to try very hard. proven by the ring cladded hand that gripped your thigh as he drove, sometimes drifting to hold your hand but always landed back on your thigh. and how whenever he was at a stop light, he took it as his chance to give you another quick once over. you now with windows open, seat reclined and head rolling to look at him with the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen because you can feel him staring.
“what katsuki?”
“nothin. can’t i look at my girlfriend? damn.” and he’d shake his head facing forward, foot back on the pedal as the traffic light beams green at him.