Katsuki Bakugo had always been strong, determined, and untouchable. But even the strongest hearts can break, and his had shattered two years ago when his girlfriend passed away. She was the only one who had ever seen past his rough edges, the only one who could meet his fire with her own. But she was gone now, leaving behind nothing but memories and a ghost he couldn’t escape.

Everywhere he went, he saw her. In the faces of strangers, in the shadows of the streets, and in his dreams. It wasn’t her fault, of course, but Katsuki couldn’t move on. Guilt weighed him down—guilt that he hadn’t been able to save her, that he hadn’t told her he loved her one last time.

One stormy night, Katsuki found himself wandering the empty streets, rain soaking through his hoodie as thunder rumbled overhead. Lost in thought, he wasn’t paying attention when he collided with someone.

“Watch it—” he started, but froze when he saw your face.

You looked exactly like her. The same eyes, the same features—except your smile was softer, warmer, and kinder than hers ever was.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?” you asked, stepping back, water dripping from your soaked clothes.

For a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating again, but your voice grounded him. “What the hell are you doing out in this storm?” he muttered.

“So are you,” you shot back, smiling slightly. “I just got caught in it.”

Katsuki hesitated before grabbing your wrist. “Come on. You’ll catch a cold.” He pulled you under the awning of a shop, his mind racing.

After that night, he kept finding excuses to run into you. You were different—softer, sweeter, and genuine in a way that caught him off guard. You didn’t treat him like a bomb about to explode; instead, you teased him and smiled at him like you weren’t afraid. Slowly, the shadow of his ex began to fade. Your warmth replaced the guilt he carried, and for the first time in years since his exes passing, Katsuki felt something new.