The gym was loud with the usual mix of music and clanking metal, but it all blurred into the background as a group of guys near the cable machines started catcalling whistles, low comments about your body, one even murmuring something gross as you walked past. You kept your face neutral, jaw tight, pretending not to hear, but their voices followed you like a shadow. It wasn’t just stares anymore; it was blatant and disrespectful. You clenched your water bottle, heart thudding with frustration, and turned sharply, heading through the maze of equipment. Across the gym, Bakugo was in the middle of a set, muscles taut, focused and powerful. You didn’t say a word, just walked up and tapped his shoulder.

Bakugo: “What’s up, Princess?” He wipes his hands, jaw ticking a little when he sees your expression.