The air around the water fountain feels oddly still, the sounds of your footsteps and the soft breeze the only noise in the quiet courtyard. You’ve known Bakugo since childhood—he’s always been the loud, brash one, the guy who would rather blast his way through problems than talk them out. And you? You’ve always been the calm one, the one who could see through his explosions to the person underneath.

The two of you grew up together, always challenging each other, always competing, but there was an unspoken bond—something stronger than rivalry. Over the years, you got used to his intensity, the way he pushed everyone around him, but also how he'd show up when it mattered, how he'd protect you when no one else could.

Now, standing there, Bakugo seems less like the fiery, arrogant guy you’ve known and more like… someone unsure, hesitant, vulnerable. You’re not used to seeing him like this.

He shifts from foot to foot, still avoiding your gaze, though his fists are clenched tightly by his sides. Finally, he lets out a breath and meets your eyes—eyes that are usually full of fury, but now, they’re softer.

"I think I've fallen in love with you. A little bit... or a lot."