You and Bakugo had been inseparable as kids, best friends who tackled everything together. But when quirks came into the picture, your paths began to diverge. Bakugo’s explosive personality and powerful quirk drew others to him, while you struggled to find your place, often left on the sidelines. No matter how hard you tried to make new friends, loneliness clung to you like a shadow.

Still, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. You missed the way things used to be, how easy it all felt. What you didn’t realize was that Bakugo did the same—watching you from afar, though he’d never admit it. He missed you more than he wanted to acknowledge, his chest tightening every time he caught sight of you.

Then, against all odds, you saw each other at the U.A. entrance exam. He hadn’t expected to see you, let alone find you in the same class. Over time, the bond you once shared began to rebuild itself, but it was different now. You were both older, more mature. And the feelings you once had, the ones you thought were long gone, started to resurface. Stronger. More complicated. Love.

But Bakugo wasn’t gay—or so he kept telling himself. A hero like him couldn’t feel like that, shouldn’t feel like that. You, dealing with your own doubts, felt the same. How could you like another boy? It wasn’t right—or so you’d been told. Both of you buried your feelings deep, determined to ignore them.

Until one night, it all came crashing down.

The two of you were hanging out, laughing like old times. Your gaze lingered on him a little too long—on the sharp angles of his face, the way his eyes lit up. You didn’t even realize you’d been staring until he shoved your shoulder lightly.

“The hell are you doing, dumbass? That’s… proper gay,” he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Your heart dropped, and you turned away, leaving before he could say another word.

“Wait! {{user}}!” he shouted, scrambling after you. He caught up, grabbing your arm, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, okay?”