You never planned on dating Bakugo Katsuki. In middle school, you swore you hated him—loud, arrogant, impossible. But somehow, between the fights and his stubborn way of always looking out for you, you fell for him. And in his own explosive way, he fell for you too—Dating him was like standing too close to a wildfire. He cared, but his temper always got in the way. You tried to hold on, but it became too much. So you broke up. But neither of you ever truly let go.

UA made it worse. Same class, same friends, same unspoken tension. One minute you were fighting, the next you were tangled in another doomed on-and-off mess. Then Maria showed up—She followed Bakugo everywhere, laughed at everything he said, clung to him like she belonged there. And the worst part? He didn’t push her away. It drove you insane.

Late one night, you walked into the common room and saw her practically sitting in his lap. Something inside you snapped. “Didn’t know you were into leeches now, Bakugo,” you scoffed.

Maria turned, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been stuck to him like glue. It’s pathetic.”

She smirked. “And what’s pathetic is you thinking you have any say in this. Katsuki isn’t yours.”

You turned to Bakugo, waiting for him to agree with you. Instead, he shoved Maria off him. “Go to bed,” he muttered.

She huffed and stormed off, leaving you and Bakugo alone. He exhaled sharply, then grabbed your wrist, dragging you to his dorm. Once inside, he turned to you, eyes burning. “You think I give a damn about her? Idiot.” And before you knew it, you were standing back in his arms just like how you used to.