You had liked Katsuki Bakugo for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t just his strength or confidence—it was the way he carried himself, like he owned the world. You admired that. Wanted to be close to it. And for a while, it felt like you finally were. This summer had been perfect. He talked to you more, spent time with you. It wasn’t official, but it was something, and that was all you needed. You were so close. Then Sasha happened.

Your best friend. The one who knew everything—your late-night rants, your hopeless crush, the way you ached for him. And then, in a single day, she took it all. One moment, she was rolling her eyes at your lovesick stares. The next, she had him all to herself. And she made sure you knew it. Every time she clung to his arm, every smug glance she shot you in the halls—it was all on purpose. It made you sick.

Because Sasha wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t kind. She was a liar, a manipulator. And she was only with him to hurt you. You hated how much it worked. You didn’t know when jealousy turned into obsession—when you started watching them, analyzing every glance, every touch, every whisper. Wondering, why her? Why not me?

Then one day, by some miracle, you found Bakugo alone. No Sasha in sight. Your feet moved before your mind could catch up, and before you knew it, you had him cornered in the empty hallway.

His crimson eyes met yours, narrowed. “What the hell do you want?”

“She’s using you.” Your voice was sharp, desperate.

His brows furrowed. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “You sound jealous.” You were. But it wasn’t just jealousy—it was loss.