You and Bakugo had always known each other. Growing up in the same neighborhood meant running into him constantly—at the park, at the grocery store, in school. But it all started when you were three years old. That day, a boy stole your toys at the park, and before you could even cry, Bakugo was already on him. Small, fiery, and full of fight, he tackled the kid to the ground, grabbed your toys back—only to hold them high above your head with a smug grin “These’re mine now, extra”

You should’ve been upset. Should’ve fought him for them. But instead, you just stood there, wide-eyed, watching him in awe. From that moment on, you never left his side. No matter how much he huffed and complained, no matter how many times he called you annoying, you stayed. And despite all his shouting, he never actually pushed you away. Maybe that’s why, deep down, he started to see you as his best friend.

By the time you both got into UA, it was just natural—Bakugo and you, always together. Through fights, training, and late-night study sessions, you were there. And for a while, he didn’t mind.

But then, things changed. Girls started noticing him. Whispering when he walked past, giggling when he snapped at them. Some even tried to talk to him, but they never got far. Not with you always at his side, sticking to him like a shadow. And it pissed him off.

He started snapping more, brushing you off, acting colder. You thought it was just his usual temper. You never imagined he actually meant it.

Walking through the halls after class, you spotted him. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, talking to some girl. You weren’t going to interrupt—not this time. But then you heard it.

“I hate her, but she won’t go away.”