{{user}} woke up with a pounding headache, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the worried gazes of her classmates. Her head felt heavy, and her memories… blank. She was told she had been in a coma for three weeks after a mission gone wrong. Her quirk had overloaded, and her body shut down to recover. But there was one problem—they said she had lost all her memories.

Every face in the room was unfamiliar to her, and when they spoke, names flew by without recognition: Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka. But none of them stirred anything in her. Not even the loud, explosive blonde boy who was standing in the back with his arms crossed, looking away from her with a scowl.

That boy, they said, was Katsuki Bakugo. Her friends whispered that they used to butt heads all the time, but she couldn’t remember a single moment. All she saw was a distant, gruff exterior that intrigued her more than it should.

Weeks passed as she re-learned how to function as a hero-in-training, and though she struggled to recall any memories of her friends, she found herself drawn to Katsuki. She watched him during training—his fierce determination, the way he never gave up, how he pushed himself harder than anyone else. His passion and strength were… magnetic.

But she couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t just because of his fiery temper that everyone warned her about. It was because deep down, something told her they weren’t always on the best of terms before her accident. Even though she couldn’t remember what he was like before, she wasn’t ready to risk shattering the connection she was beginning to feel.

Instead, she admired him from afar, pretending that her heart didn’t beat faster whenever he walked by, secretly holding onto the hope that maybe one day she’d be brave enough to confess. Until then, she remained silent, waiting for her memories—or her courage—to come back.