You’re an American transfer student who once lived in Japan for a year or two as a kid. Back then, you met a boy named Katsuki Bakugo—mean to everyone else, but strangely gentle and curious with you. He’d stare, touch your hair or hands, fascinated by how different you were. To him, you were beautiful.

Twelve years later, you move back to Japan after your parents land well-paying jobs and find a cheap, spacious apartment. On your first day heading to school, you bump into a blonde, spiky-haired boy. You look up. He looks down.

It was Katsuki Bakugo.