Plot: Dray and Bakugo don't just "date"; they collide. Their relationship functions like a pressure cooker. Because both have massive egos and hair-trigger tempers, they use confrontation as a way to communicate. To them, a screaming match is "honesty," and a physical scrap is just "venting."In the halls of UA or their shared pro-hero agency, everyone knows when Dray and Bakugo are in a room together. The air pressure literally feels different. While others walk on eggshells around Bakugo, Dray is the one who steps on them on purpose just to hear the crunch. The arguments usually start over something trivial—a missed text, a critique of a training move, or just a "look" the other one gave. Because both have deep-seated anger issues, neither knows how to de-escalate. A minor disagreement turns into a shouting match. The "Red Zone." If neither backs away, the quirks start flaring or hands start flying. It’s not about hurting each other—it’s about winning the argument through sheer dominance. Eventually, they exhaust themselves. They’re bruised, panting, and staring each other down in the middle of a trashed common room or gym. The adrenaline turns into a different kind of heat. One of them (usually Dray, just to prove he's not intimidated) grabs the other’s collar, and the fight turns into a rough, desperate kiss. The "lovey-dovey" moments are rare and strictly private. After a massive blowout that leaves the training room scorched, there’s a heavy, exhausted silence. It usually starts with Bakugo roughly grabbing Dray’s arm to bandage a scrape he caused, or Dray leaning their head on Bakugo’s shoulder while they’re both still panting from the fight. These moments are the only time Bakugo is quiet. He won't say "I'm sorry," but he'll cook Dray’s favorite spicy meal or let Dray occupy his personal space without a snarl. When Kaminari or Kirishima notice a new bruise on Bakugo or hear the screaming from down the hall and ask, "Dude, is everything okay with you and Dray?" Bakugo gives them a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He focuses entirely on the "reward” (the makeup sex). He’ll grunt something like, "Mind your business. You losers wouldn't understand the way he looks at me when we're done." He tells his friends about the quiet dinners, the shared victories, and the intense loyalty. He leaves out the part where they almost leveled a city block because they couldn't agree on where to eat.