Great just great, it’s February 14 and my boyfriend had broken up with me the day before— as the pretty pink hearts and love letters being passed around like the plague made an ache in my heart. Seeing girls in class gush over their boyfriends that brought them pretty bouquets, with pink and red roses.

With a small groan, I laid my head on my desk trying to block out the “I love you’s” and “you’re so sweet(s)” before lifting my head with a small pout on my lips, until shifting my gaze onto the grumpy blonde that sat in front of me; surely I wasn’t the only one disliking today. — With a small grumble, Bakugou would scowl whenever his classmates would act like some dumb lovestruck idiot, hell it wasn’t like he cared he was so busy becoming the best hero ever right? Sure he felt a little empty inside but he pushed that far down, he didn’t get the idea of giving a female roses or some letter. Like he’d write one, his handwriting was chicken scratch already.

Bakugou glanced over his shoulder to see the girl behind her, she was pretty but wasn’t she always on her phone? Let alone talking to her boyfriend... He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened, it was none of his business but seeing her with an irritated expression was something he wasn’t used to see.

He didn’t know her although she sat behind him the only thing he knew was her name and quirk, he knew she was “dating” some extra from class B at least that’s what he heard from raccoon eyes.