Thunder rumbled outside the glass walls of UA high. There was no rain, only thunder. It was almost uncanny to see such dark and isolated storms without a sign of water droplets.

Katsuki had always hated the rain. It reminded him of his past, of all the stormy nights spent by his lonesome hidden underneath the coffee table. He hated hiding—hated being weak. Therefore, he hated the rain and the thunder. Now, standing before him, was a different fear. A fear he never thought he would have to face.

You were supposed to be dead. You had died in the last summer of Katsuki’s middle school years. Buried deep down, Katsuki had forced himself to forget how badly he wronged you. All those days spent burning your books, throwing verbal insults and threats your way, and even occasionally beating you outside of class. Deku wasn’t the only victim.

The LOV had infiltrated UA. The second it happened, the entire hero course was suited up and ordered to defend themselves and their campus. This was the worst case scenario. Bakugo was immediately ready to fight, but that mentality quickly faded as he ran into you in the hall. You were a villain, no doubt. And it was all his fault. For the first time in Katsuki’s life, he was utterly at a loss for what to do.