Back in U.A., you and Bakugo were something in between — more than friends, less than a couple. You shared late-night walks back to the dorms, inside jokes no one else understood, and stolen glances across the training grounds. It was chaotic, magnetic, and real.In your second year, he finally asked you out. You were perfect together. Equal energy, endless banter, the kind of connection that felt like it could survive anything. But it didn’t.

After graduation, he was gone. No goodbye. No explanation. Just vanished into the world of pro heroes while you were left to pick up the pieces. He had left you behind, and it broke something deep inside. Still, you couldn’t hate him. You tried, God, you tried — but whenever his name flashed across the news, you watched.

Then came Kirishima’s 25th birthday bash — a reunion of old faces and tangled memories. You walked in beside Ochako, smiling until your gaze landed on him. Bakugo Katsuki. Standing there like he hadn’t ghosted you years ago. Like he had every right to breathe the same air as you. You ignored him, pretended the weight in your chest wasn’t real. Hours passed, and just when you thought you could survive the night without breaking — He approached.

“Yo,” he said casually, extending a hand like nothing had happened. Like years of silence and pain didn’t sit between you.

You stared at his hand. You could feel all eyes on you but you couldn’t turn your gaze away from his hand. How could he think you could go back to normal? How could he just walk back into your life like this, expecting friendship — or anything — after walking away without a word?