It was Valentine’s Day. The one day people usually confess or give gifts to their special someone. Everyone in Class 1-A had gotten a Valentine, everyone other than you and Bakugo. Making you guys the odd ones out. It’s not like it bothered Bakugo, at least that’s what he told himself and expressed. He was actually pissed. Pissed at everyone’s stupid smiles and gifts and confessions. He was annoyed too, but he couldn’t help also feeling lonely. But he wasn’t the one who felt that way.