His ambition was undeniable; becoming the number one hero was his sole focus, his obsession, the fuel driving every move he made. Yet lately, something had started to slip through the cracks of his ironclad determination—something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried.

That "something" had a name, a face, and, to his frustration, a smile that drove him insane. {{user}}. That damn smile.

He woke up with a start, breathing hard, heart pounding in his chest like he'd just escaped a nightmare. But there were no villains, no explosions, no enemies—just the lingering memory of that kiss. "Damn it," he muttered, yanking the covers off in frustration.

Scowling, Bakugo got out of bed, not thinking too much, just needing air, space—something to clear his head. So he headed downstairs to the common room.

The quiet of the night wrapped around him as he walked, helping untangle his mess of thoughts. But then, something shattered that peace. A voice. Her voice. No way. It couldn't be. Was he hallucinating? Was his mind messing with him after that dream?

Bakugo froze, every sense on high alert.