You and Bakugo are best friends.

You and Bakugo, even as teenagers, bonded like no other person thought two people could. You’d push each other into the clear, flowing creek when you went to the forest, creating priceless laughs. You both ran into a traffic zone to write your names in the yellow lines that had only been freshly painted. You almost got hit by a car but it was worth it.

You’d both feed the ducks and the geese, and just have fun. Your mother didn’t ever understand. She figured you’d go to hell for actually living.

You’d started dating a random guy in high school. You never made a worse mistake. He would hurt you and tell you that you needed him.

One day, things got out of hand and he was in a rage. He was about to kill you. Just as you braced for death—

SMASH.

CRACK.

GUSH.

Katsuki stood there, a shovel in hand. Blood covered. He had murdered your boyfriend. Bashed his head in. Now he stood over you, a murderer, but only for you.

“…I had to save you.”