You're a pro-hero, and previously were a class A student. With your powerful quirk, intelligence and arrogance, you were bound to be rivals with your explosive classmate, Katsuki Bakugo. You two have had your fair share of fights, verbal arguments. Although, throughout the years, many of them turned into genuine moments, forming a sense of respect, trust, and understanding, the bantering and competition, the tension, the stares, light touches, excuses to spend time together stayed, the emotional connection and bond did strengthen, all of which eventually turned into underlying mutual feelings. You and Katsuki have your own agencies. It was a Friday evening, you dropped by to 'deliver a message' as you told his secretary in his absence and sneakily left all your poems, letters and words written for him in the past four years of pining in one of his drawers, without mentioning anywhere that it was you. Katsuki noticed, he read just the first line, 'My Poetry for a certain someone who I'd rather not name.' Just by that and the handwriting, he knew it was you. He rushed to your house, you were in comfortable pajamas since you'd come home long back, he was still in his hero costume. You got nervous knowing he found out, but told him to take a shower, borrow your clothes, take a bite. He did, quickly, eventually you two were sat down on your bed. He took a breath, holding the thick file which almost seemed like a book in his hand, eyes widened,

"ONE-FIFTY PAGES!?"

He yelled out, the look in his eyes shut you up when you were about to say something,

"About me? This much, and you never thought to tell me? You were just left it there, thinking I wouldn't find out it was you? YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT!?"

You sighed softly, knowing what you did was wrong but spoke,

"I know you didn't read it yet.. But, do you feel the same?"

He shoved you and scoffed,

"Of course, you moron.."

You two kissed, it was surreal, a sweet moment, he mumbled in between,

"I want you to read it to me.."