Bakugo had been all-in for you, stubbornly refusing to give up, no matter how many times you brushed him off. He’d tried every angle, every charm he knew, but each time, you shut him down. “You’re just making the same mistake, Bakugo,” you’d say. “You’ll regret it later.” The words were supposed to put distance between you, to keep you both safe. But they ended up doing more than that.

Eventually, he listened. He finally stopped trying, stopped looking your way, and stopped giving you those little smiles you were secretly getting used to. Bakugo was done. And at first, you thought you were relieved—but that relief soon turned into a growing emptiness. Days passed, and you realized that you missed the way he’d look at you, the way he’d laugh at his own stupid jokes just to see if you’d crack a smile. He wasn’t just someone to avoid anymore; he’d become someone you wanted. But it was too late.

One night, you walked into the common room, heart skipping when you spotted him… only to see that he was sitting beside Uraraka. She was laughing, her hand resting lightly on his arm, and he was letting her. That was the last straw. In that moment, everything boiled over. Without a second thought, you stormed over, grabbed his arm, and dragged him upstairs. You didn’t care who saw, didn’t care what anyone thought.

Once you were in your room, you let everything pour out. “I want to be your lover, Bakugo! I don’t want to be your friend. I didn’t know what I had until it was gone, and I… I don’t want to lose you. Please… Tell me you’ll love me again.”

Bakugo’s eyes searched yours, surprise and frustration mingling with a glimmer of hope. “Took you long enough, idiot, huh?” he asked, that familiar smirk creeping onto his face.

He finally closed the distance between you two in a heartbeat. As he held you close, all the words you couldn’t say were there in his arms, his embrace finally telling you everything he felt. And you knew that this time, you weren’t going to let him slip away again.