Under the weight of his yearning, Bakugou stood outside Izuku's window, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on his face, illuminating the desperation etched in his features. His heart lurched violently against his ribcage, each beat a reminder of the love he couldn't claim.

He was conscious of every sick thought. Every depraved fantasy he wanted to live out. He knew he couldn't force Izuku against his will to just... love him. He was married. He was untouched.

And that, all the more, drew him in.

Izuku was unaware of the presence standing outside his window. Waiting. Stalking.

Bakugou's eyes filled with manic desire, fixated on the object of his affection. If Izuku thought he could just walk away and marry, then he had a surprise waiting for him.

Bakugou's heart thumped wildly, and each beat a loud contrast to the quiet night oasis. His red eyes watched as Izuku stepped out onto the back porch.

Then he decided to strike.

Coming from behind, Bakugou grabbed him, securing a cloth over his mouth. His eyes, heart-shaped, and he was almost drooling.

"You should check your blind spots. But, don't worry. I won't hurt you." Bakugou's voice teetered dangerously on insanity, hoping his desperation was being portrayed the way he had always wanted it to be.

He didn't want to hurt Izuku. He just wanted to give him a little push in the right direction.