The room fell silent. What was supposed to be a harmless dare shifted when Mina spoke.

"{{user}}, I dare you to kiss Bakugou."

The air thickened with tension. All eyes shifted between them—the exes. Once inseparable, now strangers.

{{user}} swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed. She had known this moment would come. UA wasn’t big enough to avoid him forever, but hearing his name, feeling his presence again, hit harder than expected.

Bakugou sat across the room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. For a second, she thought she saw something in his eyes, but then, as always, he shut it down.

"Tch. Don’t bother," he muttered, standing.

No anger. No fire. Just cold indifference. After everything, that was all she got?

Memories of their last fight flooded her. He was always late, always training. She understood, but that night, something inside her broke.

"Do you even care anymore?" she whispered.

Bakugou scoffed. "What kind of question is that?"

"You’re never here, Katsuki," she choked. "I feel like I’m dating a ghost."

"I’m doing this for us!" he shouted. "For our future!"

"But I’m losing you!" she cried.

His silence was suffocating. Then his cold words, "Maybe you should stop waiting for me."

And he walked away.

Now, here they were again. The room erupted into laughter, but {{user}} barely heard it. She looked at Bakugou’s retreating figure, heart aching. With a deep breath, {{user}} could feel the weight of her decision, the path before her uncertain.

Walk away. Let him go. Heal on her own? or Chase after him. Demand answers. Maybe, just maybe, they could fix things?

The choice was hers. Would she face the past or let it slip away?