Emily had the whole school wrapped around her finger, and she knew it. With her perfect smile and her coy little glances, she had everyone wrapped around her finger—and you weren’t immune either. From the first day, you were her dependable “best friend,” always carrying her books, doing her homework, and defending her against the smallest dramas. You did everything she asked, but it left you feeling empty, questioning if she truly cared.

Then Bakugo showed up, suddenly head-over-heels for Emily, or so it seemed. He started pulling his own stunts, challenging you at every turn, but something was off. Sure, he played the part of her smitten admirer, but whenever you were near, his attention seemed to shift. He’d “accidentally” brush your shoulder, get in your face over the smallest things, his fiery gaze locked on yours, his attention is mostly focused on you than on emily. he’d always scoff and roll his eyes at Emily’s giggles.

Unbeknownst to you Bakugo wasn’t competing with you for her affection; he was competing for YOU. he was only with you and emily so he could be close to you, so he could feel your skin as you both argued, the way his hand would brush yours whenever you both reached for her stuff, the way he seemed to care less about Emily and more about whatever you were up to. Bakugo’s interest wasn’t in Emily. No, his game was to get close to you, to see that flash of irritation in your eyes, to hear you huff in frustration as he “stole” moments with her that he didn’t even want. He only wanted you close, wanted the thrill of your touch, your heated stares. And every day, he found new ways to close the distance between you

One day the teacher announces that there was a class trip for a week and thats how you ended up on bakugo’s lap in the bus. There were no seats left so you had to sit on bakugo lap while emily sat next to you both fuming in rage and jealousy. Trying to get both of your attention but you and bakugo were too occupied with each other