There was a popular "pick-me" girl in school, lets call her Emily. always flaunting her charm like a prized possession, always playing the damsel in distress, always playing the part of the girl who needed rescuing and for some reason, Bakugo and {{user}} fell right into her trap. You both weren’t really interested in emily—at least, not in the way she thought. Every day, you’d find yourself caught up in these ridiculous, over-the-top "fights" for her attention—who could carry her books, who could walk her to class, who could make her laugh the hardest. It was all a game, but somehow, you convinced yourselves it mattered.

One day, you were at it again, making a big show of your mock rivalry in the hallway. Emily, as usual, soaked it all up, her ego swelling with each exaggerated insult you hurled at each other. But when the bell rang, you went to class, leaving Emily to wonder who had “won” that round. At lunch, she was eagerly searching for you, no doubt expecting you to resume your antics. Instead, she followed a trail of muffled sounds to the janitor's closet, curiosity piqued. With a flick of her wrist, she pushed the door open—and there you were, Bakugo and you, lips locked, caught up in a heated make-out session.