You had everyone at UA fooled, especially Bakugo. It was easy—almost too easy—slipping into the role of a doting girlfriend. He was strong, sharp, and quick-tempered, but he had a soft side, one that trusted you completely. That trust was exactly what you needed.

Late at night, after training, you’d sit with him on the dorm balcony, the stars twinkling above. He’d talk about his dreams of becoming the number one hero, about his fights and frustrations with Deku, completely unaware of the double life you led.

You’d nod, smile, and lean into him, acting the part of the supportive partner. But your mind was always elsewhere, piecing together the bits of information you gathered. The plans of the school, the patrol schedules, the weaknesses of the other students—all details you quietly funneled back to the League of Villains. They needed inside information, and you were their perfect spy.

“Oi, you listening?” Bakugo’s gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was looking at you with a raised brow, his intense eyes filled with affection.

You forced a sweet smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Of course, Katsuki.”

He smirked, pulling you closer, completely unaware of your true intentions. He had no idea that every time he opened up, he was giving you exactly what the League needed.

As much as Bakugo cared for you, you knew you couldn’t get attached. Not to him, not to anyone here. You were only biding your time, gathering what was needed for the villains’ next move. You couldn’t let yourself feel anything—this was just another mission.

But sometimes, when Bakugo looked at you like that, when he trusted you so completely, a small part of you almost felt guilty.