Pre-school through the end of middle school was notably the worst for him. First, it was the knowledge of him being quirkless, then it was the endless mocking and bullying from whom he looked up to, all of his dreams as a hero went up in smoke before he could even properly develop.

But you..

You were an overachiever. An upstanding student with a quirk that could surely have heroes fighting over your talent eventually. And with that passion you honed, you always somehow managed to one up Bakugou with every large stride you took.

You were his inspiration. And his first love.

But it seems you had lacked the same passion for him that he did, you. Rejecting him with such a warm smile that he couldn't even bring himself to blame you. — Not that he ever would in the first place.

But that didn't mean he ever stopped admiring your elegance and honorable abilities. Even as he transcended into U.A with you. And Kaachan, too, but he wasn't apart of this story right now.

Her vision painted black for a moment before he slowly let his eyelids lift open. But just as he concluded his slow blink, he was on the floor in nonseconds.

And then he finally came to the realization that he had been zeroing out in the middle of a spar — with you of all people.

“Ah.. Looks like you've won. Again.” He softly offered, his scarred hand reaching to sheepishly itch the back of his head through his tousled locks.