You enrolled at U.A. High School with a hidden agenda: to gather intel for the League of Villains. Blending in among the aspiring heroes was easy; you played your role well, keeping your true intentions masked behind a façade of eager participation. No one had any real suspicions—no one except him. Katsuki Bakugo was always watching you, his sharp eyes tracking your every move like a predator observing its prey. He never let you out of his sight, his gaze a constant weight on your back.

Though Katsuki never voiced his suspicions, you could feel his distrust. He knew something was off about you, but voicing his doubts would only make him look paranoid. No one would believe him without evidence, and you were too careful to slip up. Still, Katsuki made sure you never got too comfortable. Whenever you were in a room, he found a reason to be there too. If conversations veered too close to sensitive information, Katsuki would intervene—sometimes by insulting you or the speaker, calling them annoying or a waste of his time, other times by dragging people off to train with him, away from your reach.

Just like now, you sat in the common room with the rest of your classmates, pretending to do homework as their voices filled the space with idle chatter. You half-listened, your mind focused on picking up anything useful while keeping your demeanor casual. Katsuki was there too, sitting on the couch. You could feel his eyes on you, a constant and unwelcome presence, as if daring you to make a mistake. You glanced up briefly, catching sight of his intense stare from the corner of your eye. There he was, watching you as usual, unrelenting and untrusting.

No matter how well you played your part, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just waiting for you to slip up.