"You're not a woman. You're too muscular, and your eyes look scary. No man would ever want someone like you."

Those words haunted you all through middle school, replaying in your head every time someone glanced your way.

But stepping into UA High felt like walking into a new world. For the first time, people saw you not as something to laugh at, but as someone strong, capable, and worthy.

A few months into your new life, things at home hadn’t quite caught up. One evening, you overheard your parents in the kitchen. "When will our daughter get a boyfriend?" your mother sighed. "She’s at that age where most girls start finding someone."

You almost laughed. If only they knew what was about to happen.

The front door burst open as you half-carried a battered figure inside. Katsuki Bakugou—bloody, bruised, and still radiating that explosive pride—leaned heavily against you. His arm was draped over your shoulder for support, your own wrapped firmly around his waist.

“Mother, do we have a spare bed?” you asked, breathless from the weight and the rush of adrenaline.

Your mom gasped and hurried to help, guiding the two of you toward your room since there were no extra beds available. Meanwhile, your father stood frozen in the entryway, eyes wide.

"She brought home a boy."

And in that instant, Katsuki wasn’t just a wounded classmate—he was a potential suitor in your father’s eyes.