Bakugo had never been good with emotions—never knew how to handle love, softness, or vulnerability. But with you, it was different. You were his first relationship, the first person to see past his rough edges and sharp words. He loved you in the only way he knew how—fully, recklessly, giving you everything.

But love alone wasn’t enough. His temper, his inability to control his anger—even when it wasn’t aimed at you—became too much. You tried to hold on, tried to be patient, but in your second year at UA, you walked away. It destroyed him.

Bakugo didn’t know how to let go, didn’t want to. He was desperate to win you back. He had Mina and Kirishima talk to you, got classmates to ask if you still cared. He texted, showed up at your dorm with gifts, letters—anything that might bring you back. But you always said no.

You had his stupid heart in a damn headlock.

Then came the end-of-year ball. The hallway was crowded, students buzzing with excitement. And then, suddenly, the noise died down. Bakugo stood in the middle of it all, holding a bouquet in one hand and a sign in the other. Be my date to the dance.

You turned, eyes meeting his. His expression was serious, hopeful—pleading. He knew you wouldn’t want to embarrass him in front of everyone. For a second, he thought he had you.

But then you let out a quiet sigh, shook your head, and mumbled, “You know you’re better than this.”

His chest tightened. The weight of those words crushed him harder than any fight ever had. He felt his throat tighten, he didn’t want to let go of you, didn’t want to be rejected by you. He loved you with everything he had. All he could manage out was a choked whisper. “Why?”