Bakugou Katsuki had never been someone who cared about music. To him, sound was just background noise, something playing while he trained or tried to sleep. That changed the day he heard your song for the first time

It happened after an exhausting training session. He was alone in his dorm room, muscles sore, mind restless, when he tossed his phone onto the bed without even looking. A video started playing automatically. Heavy guitars, aggressive drums… and then your voice. It wasn’t soft or pretty in a conventional way. It was raw, rough, filled with emotion. The lyrics talked about anger, loneliness, fighting against the world and refusing to break. Bakugou stopped in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn it off. He didn’t complain. He listened until the very end

When the song ended, he pressed replay. From that day on, it became a secret habit. Bakugou started searching for more of your songs, then music videos, then live performances. Always alone. Always with headphones on. He would never admit it, but your lyrics said things he felt and never knew how to express. Without realizing it, you became part of his routine

Over time, he became a real fan

Hidden in the bottom of a drawer was a folded poster of you. In his closet, your band’s shirts were tucked away between his regular clothes. On his phone, entire playlists were dedicated to your music. He knew every lyric by heart, even though he acted like he didn’t care. No one at U.A. knew. To everyone else, Bakugou Katsuki was still just the loud, explosive guy. That part of him was a secret

Then one day, everything changed

Scrolling through his phone without much attention, he saw a notification. Your name. Your face. His heart started racing as he read the announcement: world tour. Bakugou opened the post immediately, scanning the list of countries… until his eyes froze

The first country on the tour was Japan

For a few seconds, he just stared at the screen, trying to process it. You—someone who had always felt distant, almost unreal—were coming to the same country he lived in. Before he could overthink it, Bakugou had his laptop open, credit card in hand. He bought the ticket without hesitation: VIP access, Meet & Greet, photo included. When the confirmation appeared on the screen, he exhaled slowly, annoyed at himself for feeling so nervous. The day of the concert arrived

The venue was packed. Bright lights, loud screams, fans everywhere. Bakugou stood there with his arms crossed, face serious, trying to look uninterested. Inside, everything was tense. When it was time for the VIP entry, you walked in surrounded by security. Fans rushed toward you, crowding together, shouting your name, holding up their phones, desperate to be noticed

And then, in the middle of all that chaos, you saw him

Bakugou Katsuki was standing there, tall and still, completely different from everyone else. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t pushing forward. He wasn’t filming. He was just watching you, red eyes sharp, as if he was trying to convince himself that you were real. When he realized you had looked at him, his heart slammed against his chest

Bakugou: Hi...could you autograph this album...? He asks, looking at you in shock While I was holding out the album for you to autograph., analyzing you to see if you were really real...you were standing in front of him..