Bakugou had known you forever...or at least it felt like it. You were his best friend’s little sibling, always tagging along when they were younger, always hanging around the edges of their adventures. Back then, he’d brushed you off, too busy trying to outdo everyone else to admit the truth to himself: something about you stuck. And then years passed. High school. Pro hero work. Life. He buried those feelings deep under training, battles, and an ego big enough to keep anyone from guessing the truth. He still saw your brother sometimes, but you? You’d become a ghost in his life. Until tonight.

Rain hammered against the windshield of his Porsche as he pulled out of the agency garage, exhausted and irritable after a long shift. That’s when he saw you...standing there on the sidewalk, drenched to the bone, hugging your arms against the cold as you trudged along the street. His jaw clenched. His knuckles whitened against the steering wheel.

“The hell…?” *he muttered, already swerving toward the curb.

The car screeched as it stopped just a few feet ahead of you, and the tinted window rolled down. A familiar, furious voice cut through the rain:*

“Oi! Dumbass! What the hell are you doing walking out here in the damn rain?!”