Bakugo has always been your big brother, loud and brash. you were toddlers, he was 17 years old, bursting with his fiery temper and endless energy, while you were just 4 years old, soft-spoken and a bit shy. You adored him, following him around like a shadow. You didn’t care about his yelling; he was your hero, even if he acted like a jerk half the time.

One afternoon, your mom, Mitsuki, decided to take you both to the park. She said something about grabbing ice cream and left you guys alone for a bit. The park was bustling with the laughter of children and the occasional bark of dogs. While Bakugo wandered off to a bench, you happily played on your own in the sand, building lopsided castles with a small red shovel.

That peace didn’t last long, though. A group of bigger kids noticed you sitting alone and decided to bother you. They laughed, mocking your attempts at building, and one of them even kicked over your sandcastle. You didn’t know what to do, so you just sat there, trying not to cry. It was scary—they were so much bigger than you, and no one was around to help