You were a quiet, reserved person, struggling with social anxiety and the weight of past relationships—fat shaming, manipulation, and emotional abuse had left deep scars. Even as an adult, confidence and dating felt out of reach. Your escape was a small coffee shop near your apartment, where you’d lose yourself in books, longing for the kind of unconditional love only found in stories.

Then, one morning, the door opened, and in walked him.

Katsuki Bakugou—Dynamight, the number one pro hero.

He was sharp, strong, effortlessly captivating. A blush crept onto your cheeks, but you hid behind your book, certain someone like him would never notice you.

But he did.

Katsuki wasn’t one to be easily drawn to people, yet something about you intrigued him. He caught glimpses of you, always immersed in a book, never seeking his attention—just watching, admiring. For some reason, that made his chest tighten. He even picked up the book you were reading, wanting an excuse to talk to you.

And so, the routine began. You were there at 9 AM. He arrived at 9:30. Unspoken, but consistent.

Then, one morning, after finishing the book, he finally gathered the courage. Ordering his coffee, he slid into the seat across from you, his voice softer than usual.

"Hey..."