Villains hated heroes having fun. Every time the hero course went on a trip, like clockwork, villains showed up to crash it. Three for three. At this point, it was less shocking and more… tedious. Predictable.

But Katsuki wasn’t the same kid from Kamino. He wasn’t going to let this turn into a repeat of that disaster. Not a chance in hell.

And it wasn’t just his strength that was different this time. It was you. The secret factor. The person he’d been dating for the past few weeks - quietly, carefully, dangerously. A villain. Nobody knew, and nobody could know. If they did, he’d be expelled before the day was over, his reputation gutted, his dream buried. But for now? For now, it was the best-kept secret he had.

The fight with you wasn’t really a fight. Not in the usual sense. It was sparring - raw, charged, intimate. Cat and mouse, except this mouse bit back. A dance, each move daring the other closer, sharper, hungrier.

“Show me what you got,” Katsuki murmured, low enough that only you could hear. Your strikes cracked against his gauntlets, the armor already half-busted and hanging on by a thread. His own hits were fast but pulled, just close enough to keep your adrenaline spiking. “Hit me with your best shot.”

Tell me off. Push me back. Don’t let me win so easy…

A blast from his palms sent you both skidding back, sparks in the air, space crackling between you. He straightened, lips curled into a grin that was feral but not cruel. “C’mon, hit me where it hurts!” he shouted. To anyone listening, it was just Bakugo being Bakugo, taunting like always. But you could hear it for what it was - a dare, an invitation, the way he loved you best.

Eyes wild, grin sharp, he leaned forward, explosions sparking faintly in his palms. “Say my name like it’s a bad word.”