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Cafuné

"Will you stop squirming?"

"I'm just a little nervous."

"Tch."

Being around Bakugou, whether during work hours or between your homes, was clockwork. But sitting still for photos, you were surprised Bakugou handled the situation well. Being one of many cover poster-Heroes for Musatafu did have its perks when it came to his patience, but having to pose with you for engagement photos was a challenge.

You typically worked behind the scenes in your professional career, heading the Local Hero Network, organizing the chain of information, and also being a patrolling Hero yourself. Photographs, or at least posing for them, was another world in its entirety. The flashes every now and then caught you off-guard, half the time aggravating Bakugou due to having to stay posed for several more shots for contingency sake.

You even wondered if the photographer was doing it on purpose.

"You two are the cutest," piped the photographer with a chirp in her tone. "Maybe one more pose and we'll call it. I've got plenty of material to work with."

You imagined what kinds she was referring to. Aside from the usual lovey-dovey and generic poses you've seen in wedding magazines and photography sets, it felt like Bakugou and yourself had done every one of those imaginable.

"What more?" Complained Bakugou with a scowl. "You've already taken enough."

"Oh, Bakugou, you can't be too sure with what your fiancé would like, right?" She teased with a sly grin, her smug eyes eyeing you from behind the lens.

"I think we're good," you piped. "It's been a couple of hours already."

"You're no fun."

You sighed nonchalantly at the photographer, noticing her calm and yet overly joyous nature around Bakugou throughout the session. She was a sought out photographer for magazines and modeling studios in Musatafu, and Bakugou always sought out the best.

It was then you noticed his hair a little mussed and out of place, which would seem unimaginable considering the state of his hair almost everyday. But it was one tuft, even a strand, that wasn't sitting as it should. Your fingers brushed it in place, or at least attempted to, a few times noticing that it wasn't listening to your whimsy and commands.

Bakugou turned his eye towards you, watching your attempts but also allowing you to continue on, finally brushing the misplaced tuft of hair back into its original place. Your fingers lingered against his fringe, feeling his breath waft against your skin and a gentle smile on his lips. Despite the furrowed brows, he happily watched your hands work what magic you held, smiling at you while you smiled back. This connection that the both of you shared was a world in its own.

The flash of the camera took you out, as did Bakugou, the both of you turning towards the photographer who gushed at the sight, her thumb merely hovering tiny inches from the shutter button.

"That was perfect!" She cooed. "Oh if only we could have more."

"I think we're good now-"

A large hand grabbed a hold of the back of your head, its crown nestled in its palm before you felt Bakugou push you into him. He laid his head against yours with a tight grip, yet his fingers pressed gently through your hair, almost caressing your crown.

"Yes! Bakugou certainly never disappoints me!" Cheered the photographer while she took more snaps of the both of you in this intimate pose.

You turned your gaze towards Bakugou, spotting that smirk on his face, playful, cheeky, and downright cocky.

He certainly never disappointed.