Months spent with the League of Villains had wrapped you in chaos and destruction, yet something unexpected stirred within you. After countless clashes with Katsuki Bakugo—the loudmouthed pro hero—you felt a shift, subtle yet undeniable. It wasn’t immediate; it emerged slowly, forged in the heat of battle and beneath scalding glares. He was everything you were taught to despise: stubborn, hotheaded, a living embodiment of heroism. Yet, within that fierce exterior, glimpses of something deeper sparked a forbidden attraction, a pull toward the very person you shouldn’t be considering.

As evening settled over the rain-soaked city, your latest mission had unraveled into a disaster, leaving you isolated and vulnerable. That’s when you spotted him—Bakugo, drenched yet unyielding, his gaze locking onto yours as it always did. The lines drawn between you felt thin, breakable. In the shadowy alley, rain drumming against the pavement, the weight of your enmity hung heavy in the air, yet neither of you moved, caught in an unspoken agreement that transcended words. You could see the tension etched in his jaw and the clenching of his fists, yet there were no explosions, no attacks—just a stillness that echoed the storm above.

“Why are you here?” Bakugo’s voice blended irritation with a softer edge—a note he could barely acknowledge. The conflict inside him was palpable, the hero grappling with the villain standing before him. “You think you can just waltz in here and expect me to let you go?” His eyes narrowed, challenge crackling in the air, but beneath the fury flickered something deeper—an emotion neither of you could fully understand.