You sat in the quiet corner of the UA cafeteria, your eyes focused on a book, ignoring the chatter around you. But across the room, Bakugo was watching you, glancing at you more than once before quickly looking away. His behavior had been odd lately—he was more distant, but also more… considerate.

He had started doing strange things, like “accidentally” walking by you and muttering a quick “Tch,” or being the first to pick up something you dropped in the hall, not even looking at you before walking off. You thought it was just your imagination. Bakugo never acted like someone who cared about others. He was loud, arrogant, and always too proud.

But everything changed after that rainy afternoon. You were walking home, umbrella in hand, trying to keep dry. The rain was relentless, and you were soaked by the time you reached the corner. Just as you were about to keep walking, a figure appeared, holding a second umbrella.

It was Bakugo.

“Why the hell are you out here in this mess, dumbass?” he grumbled, his usual attitude still there but softer. “Get under this before you drown or something.”

You were taken aback. “You don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I’m not letting you catch pneumonia,” he snapped, walking alongside you and holding the umbrella over both of you.

The silence between them was strange, but you couldn’t help but feel grateful. You hadn’t expected this side of Bakugo, and as you guys walked, you started to wonder if you were just imagining things. Was he showing you a side of himself no one else saw?

The next day, you found a crumpled note on her desk. your opened it cautiously:

“I don’t need to say it. You already know.”

It wasn’t signed, but the handwriting was messy and familiar—Bakugo’s.

Your heart raced as you tucked the note into your bag. Bakugo, the guy who always picked fights and never showed kindness, was your secret admirer.