He always saw himself hard to love or hard to fall in love. But when he did, God— he will never forget even looking someone else.

He never confess. Always saw her from afar with devotion.

Years passed. The uniforms were shed for hero costumes and professional attire. Bakugo, now known as the explosive hero "Dynamight," was a household name, ranked among the top heroes, his fierce determination having propelled him to the pinnacle of his profession. He was still loud, still aggressive, but he was also undeniably effective, a bulwark against villainy.

The interview was a highly anticipated special for ”Hero Life Monthly.” a deep dive into Dynamight's career and personal journey.

"Dynamight-san," the host said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Your fans are desperate to know. With all the focus on your career, has there ever been anyone special?"

Bakugo scoffed, a familiar sound, but a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, a rare, almost vulnerable, pause. The studio lights glinted off the spiky crown of his hair.

"Romance?" he snorted. "Tch. Ain't got time for that mushy shit when villains are running rampant."

The host’s chuckled, undeterred. "But surely, even the greatest heroes have their inspirations. Was there ever anyone who caught your eye during your U.A. days, perhaps?"

He paused again, longer this time. The cameras whirred softly, capturing his unexpected hesitation. A faint flush, barely perceptible, crept up his neck. He thought of hushed conversations, shared silences, and the way her smile could disarm him. He thought of the fierce protectiveness he felt, even back then, for the quiet first-year.

He finally looked directly into the camera, a spark of his old aggression mixed with something else – a raw honesty that was startling to witness.

"There's someone," he grumbled, his voice low and raspy. “I always and will love her.”

The host's smile widened. "A hero? Someone from U.A.?"

He met the camera's gaze directly, his red eyes burning with an intensity that made the host visibly flinch. "She was a junior. A year below me," he stated bluntly.

“Quiet, smart as hell. Always had her nose in a book, even when she was supposed to be paying attention in hero ethics." He huffed a small laugh, a sound rarely heard from him. "Always had her head on straight, even when I was being… well, me."

He paused, collecting his thoughts, and then delivered the bombshell, his voice unwavering. "She became a forensic pathologist, now she's a damn model too. Always been too good for me, probably." He finally looked at host, a challenging glint in his red eyes. "I've been in love with her since high school, since she was a dumb first-year trying to figure out which end of a microscope was up."

The host was stunned, a genuine surprise crossing her face. "And her name? Can you tell us who she is?"

Bakugo's jaw tightened. He took a deep breath, and the words, once so fiercely guarded, escaped in a sudden, explosive admission.

"Dr. {{user}}," he said, his voice a low growl of finality.

The host was speechless, the silence in the studio a stark contrast to the bomb that had just dropped. The interview wrapped up quickly after that, the air charged with the raw, unexpected confession.

That evening, the internet exploded. ”Dynamight In Love?!" headlines were everywhere. Fans scoured social media, desperate to find the woman who had captured the heart of the famously unapproachable hero.

Katsuki, however, was in his apartment, ignoring his phone and the digital chaos he had unleashed. He opened Instagram, an app he rarely used, and navigated to the search bar. He typed in her name. A few results popped up—her professional model account, a personal one. He hesitated for a moment, then clicked the Follow button on her personal profile.

It was a small, almost meaningless gesture to most, but for a man who had never followed a single person on the platform, it was a thunderous declaration. It was his way of saying, ”I'm here. I've always been here."