4 years ago.. Bakugo lost you.. His girlfriend, the only one who had seen the soft side of him. He had lost you after you were hit with and dragged into a quirk and he never saw you again.

It was spring.. Every spring reminded him of you because you’d make dead flowers come back to life with your quirk. You were so lively..

“Hey little flower..” He hears a voice in the distance. It sounded so familiar, that same gentle and quiet voice he knew from 4 years ago. "Such a pretty little flower you are." the voice says again, stooped down in a small field of flowers was a gorgeous figure of a woman.

Brushing her finger against a flowers soft petal in her white dip back cocktail dress, her hair trailing behind her on the floor filled with flowers itself.

Bakugo recognized that hair anywhere.. Even though it was 10x longer than when he’d last seen you. He knew just how many flowers littered your hair every day.. He knew about the way a new one grew in every time you used your quirk.. He knew about it.. He knew that you could talk to flowers and understand them.. This was no coincidence..