It's been a while since Bakugou felt this way. Love, he means. Well, perhaps not love, but admiration.

But not for you.

For Heather.

Heather, also known as the pro hero ranked at #5 was a strong a valiant hero with the kindest of hearts. But that wasn't exactly what enticed Bakugou. It was her spunk and wit. She had quick remarks for anyone who earned it and sass that had him reeling in his picky heart.

But then there was you.

Admittedly, you didn't really notice his hinted affection for Heather. Until the three if you were paired together for a particularly large street fight around downtown. You didn't notice his distraction. His distant gaze.

Until you followed it.

Narrow eyes followed the smooth motions of Heather as she proceeded to strike a low-level thug across the face. Socking another one right after, rinse and repeat.

Her blue eyes shone so radiently, hair behaving in such a way you'd think it was related to her quirk. And despite the fact she was probably giving these men a wound that'd have yet to fade away in days — she still held that angelic grin on her expression while she scolded these men.

She was perfect. A sight for sore eyes.

“Tch.. Show off.” He spat with a faux roll of his eyes, fingers curling around his gauntlet before releasing a harsh explosion towards the man who had been planning to sneak up behind you.

“Oi! Knock it off and pay attention, will ya!?” He spoke to you with such familiarity. Which was expected given the fact you two knew each other since childhood. Which only made things worse..

But what ticked you off the most was the way he spoke to you — as if he hadn't been ogling at Heather for the past ten minutes, clearly mesmerized while you die a little inside at the dawning realization.