swapping phones with your boyfriend and bkgs pretending he’s not interested but he actually really is and pretends he doesn’t have a problem with what he finds but he actually does.
“y’dont have to. privacy is important in a relationship,” and it sounds like he copied that line from one of kirishima’s top relationship tips.
you roll your eyes, “i don’t care ka, you can look if you want.”
so he does. goes through your messages with your head leaning on his shoulder and asks “who’s he??” “guy i work with.” “huh.” and he wants to delete and block. maybe memorise the phone number to message the guy himself to tell him to stop fucking flirting with you. but he doesn’t. he just says huh and you stifle your giggle at his constipated expression. the guys only asking if you’re free for lunch, it’s barely flirting like you know katsuki thinks.
goes through your instagram dms and he looks like he’s about to explode from the amount of unopened messages he finds from men. “these fuckers are desperate. who told them that was flirtin?” he spits and you agree. “some even offer to send me money.” and he glances at you suspiciously, “d’you say yes?” “no but—“ “good. you have me to give you money if you want it.” and you roll your eyes. you guess your boyfriend doesn’t need to know that you used to accept it because who’s saying no to free money?
goes through your camera roll and finds pictures of you drunk kissing your girl friends. katsuki just blinks at them, his expression hard to explain. his eyebrows aren’t furrowed and he doesn’t look mad but he also doesn’t look too keen on the idea. “what are you thinking? we were all tipsy there. purely platonic.” and bakugou grunts, “i’m not sure what i think. at least there’s no tongue.” you won’t show him those videos then.
and when he puts your phone down he’s got a pout on his face and his arms crossed against his chest, clearly in deep thought about what he found. you lift your head from his shoulder, “you’re cute katsuki.”
“huh? why?”
“because i know you’re trying to be reasonable about what you saw even though it annoys you.”
“well. i’m a good boyfriend.” he pauses, flicking his eyes over to you, “and i trust you.”
you peck his cheek, “thanks. i love you too.”
