The rivalry between you and Bakugo began back at UA High. From the moment you entered Class 1-A, Bakugo saw you as a challenge—someone who could match him and sometimes outdo him. His fiery strength clashed with your intelligence and precision, creating a dynamic the media loved to call a rivalry. After UA, you both rose quickly through the ranks as pro heroes, with the press constantly pitting you against each other. Despite the public tension, you understood the pressure he faced—especially his hatred for the spotlight.

Today had been particularly rough. A massive villain attack in Tokyo threw the city into chaos, and you and Bakugo worked together to subdue the threat. But as soon as the battle ended, the media swarmed. Cameras flashed, questions flew, and microphones were shoved in your faces.

“Dynamight! How do you feel about {{user}} saving civilians while you were distracted?” a reporter asked.

Bakugo scowled. “Tch, they wouldn’t have needed saving if the damn perimeters were tighter!”

You shot back, “If Dynamight hadn’t charged in recklessly, I wouldn’t have had to clean up after him. You’re welcome.”

The media ate it up, but you noticed Bakugo’s fists clenching and his posture stiffening. He was clearly uncomfortable, and as the crowd dispersed, you saw him slip away, tense and agitated. Curious, you followed him into a quiet alley, where you found him pacing, hair damp with sweat, his breath shallow.

“Bakugo?” you called softly.

He froze, glaring. “What the hell are you doing here? Go away.”

Ignoring him, you stepped closer. “You’re shaking.”

His eyes flickered with something vulnerable. “It’s not just the damn reporters,” he muttered. “It’s… everything. The fight, the media, the pressure… And then there’s you.” His voice faltered, and he looked away, gripping his hair. “I hate seeing you in danger. I can’t—” His words broke as tears welled up in his eyes.

Your heart tightened. This wasn’t just about the media or the pressure. It was about you.