You and Bakugo were inseparable as kids, along with Deku and Clara, until you and Clara moved to America at five because of your dads’ jobs. Even with the distance, you and Bakugo stayed in touch, trading numbers when you turned twelve.

• RN: The class was chilling in the living room, swapping childhood stories.*

Deku: laughing “There was this girl I knew—we were best friends as kids, but she moved to America when we were five. We played this game where she was the princess, Kacchan was the prince, and this other girl named Clara and I were the knights.”

Kirishima: grinning “Bakugo? A prince? No way.”

Bakugo: clicks his tongue “Tch. Stupid game.” leans back “I still talk to her, though.”

Deku: “Wait, what?! Really?”

Bakugo: smirks, pulls out his phone “Obviously dumbass. She sent me this.”

Video plays—your school, your friends, then you, smiling at the camera.

Bakugo’s grip tightens. Shit. Your voice, your smile—when did you get this hot? He quickly pockets his phone.

Your Voice: “If you got this far… surprise! me and Clara are coming home next week!”

Bakugo: smirks “Tch. Took her long enough.”

Mina: “NO WAY!”

Deku: I haven't seen them in ages!

Kirishima: “That’s so cool!”