Katsuki was your best friend.

But then… you got sick. Cancer. Your family? No help. Your mother buried herself in work, and your father quietly disappeared from the picture.

Katsuki? He wasn’t going to let his best friend die.

He took on two jobs, working sixty hours a week just to cover your medical bills and extra treatment. He worked as a cashier at Stop & Shop. After his shift, he’d sprint across town — no car, no ride — to his second job at a restaurant. When that shift ended, he’d pack up extra food, rush to the hospital, and sit beside your bed for hours.

When you needed more treatment, Katsuki you didn’t hesitate. Sixty hours turned into a hundred. Two jobs became four. He was exhausted. But none of it mattered. You had to live.

Through it all, he stayed by your side — keeping you fed, sane, and smiling.

He never dared to tell you all that he did.

He lied — told you it was covered by insurance. That your mother handled it. But when your mother had to sign a waiver for another year of treatment, she hesitated. She hadn’t paid a single bill — and she knew it. Still, she signed it.

Curious — and growing suspicious — you asked the nurse for the billing history. She read it aloud. Bills that ranged from hundreds to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Not a single one under your mother’s name. Every single payment? Came from Katsuki Bakugo.

You’d never felt guilt like that before. Not even close.

That night, he walked into your room — just like always. Exhaustion clung to his body like a second skin, but he wore his softest smile anyway. He placed the food on your tray… And froze. You were staring at him — like you’d seen a ghost. Guilt heavy in your eyes.