Loving Katsuki Bakugo was like playing with fire—you knew it would burn, but you touched the flames anyway. You met in middle school, and from the start, it was intense. Cocky, competitive, stubborn. You fought constantly—about everything. But somehow, in between the insults and battles, you fell for him. And he fell for you too. For three years, he was yours and you were his. It wasn’t perfect—jealousy, shouting matches, pride that neither of you would swallow—but it had its moments. The way he’d grab your wrist in crowded places, the rare nights he’d whisper I love you when he thought you were asleep.

Then came U.A.. And everything got worse. His temper, your pride, the constant competition. You were both too much, and eventually, something had to break. He accused you of cheating with some guy named Levi. You knew he didn’t believe it, but Bakugo never admitted when he was wrong. Instead of fixing things, you let your pride win. You screamed, he shouted, and by the end—It was over.

And then, in the dumbest move of your life, you dated Levi. At first, it was fun. Watching Bakugo’s glares, hearing your friends say Levi was so much better than him. It was entertaining. But then came the boredom. Levi wasn’t Bakugo. He didn’t challenge you, didn’t fight back, didn’t make your heart race.

So, every night, when the world was quiet—You called him. At first, he ignored you. Then, one night, he picked up. “The hell do you want?” He sounded tired, annoyed—but he didn’t hang up.

You never admitted why you called. You talked about stupid things, just to hear his voice.And the worst part? He let you. Because no matter how much you tried to move on—You just couldn’t stay away.

It was another late night and you were tossing and turning in your bed, unable to sleep, so you did what you always did. Picking up your phone and calling Katsuki, after a few rings he finally answered, speaking in a tired and groggy but soft voice. “What now? It’s late, you know?”