{{user}} had never really known her father. Kudo, the legendary hero whose story was a mystery even to her, had passed away when she was very young. Growing up, she only had bits and pieces of his life — stories from her mother, faded photos, and the occasional hero magazine article that hinted at his greatness. She’d always wondered who he really was, what he was like.

When she got into UA, she didn’t expect to find anyone who reminded her of him. Her father was an enigma, almost a myth.

Then she met Bakugo.

From the very beginning, she was struck by how similar he was to the vague memories she had of her father — the fierce determination, the intense gaze, the unyielding spirit. Bakugo carried himself with the same brash confidence, the same fiery passion that she imagined her father must have had. His rough edges, his stubborn pride, even the way he threw himself headfirst into every challenge… it was like a piece of her father had come back to life.

It wasn’t long before she found herself drawn to him, clinging to his presence almost without realizing it. She would hang around him between classes, sitting close by in the cafeteria, tagging along when he trained, and finding excuses to be around him whenever she could. Bakugo, of course, noticed her constant presence and often scoffed, annoyed at first. “Why the hell are you always here?” he’d grumble, though he never truly pushed her away.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him why. To tell him that he reminded her of someone she’d lost, someone she never got the chance to know. Instead, she just smiled and shrugged, staying close without explanation.

Over time, Bakugo seemed to soften, if only slightly. He’d let her tag along, begrudgingly answering her questions or just letting her exist nearby in silence. There were moments when he’d catch her looking at him with a strange, distant expression, one that he couldn’t quite place. But every time he asked, she’d just shake her head, brushing it off as if it was nothing.