You didn’t like him at all. A bully, mean, unpleasant. All he ever did was make fun of Izuku as if it were somehow his fault.

When you transferred to his middle school as the new student, he even looked you up—almost to make sure you actually had a quirk and weren’t quirkless like Izuku. And still, something about you annoyed him. Or at least, it used to annoy him… until he started actually seeing you.

Even so, you always preferred to keep your distance from him. You didn’t want to end up dealing with a bully who’d ruin your mental health, so you stayed as far away as possible. At lunch, if the only free table was his, you’d rather eat outside. In class, you always chose the seat farthest from his.

And that irritated him—God, he couldn’t stand it. He hated how you kept your distance as if he were some kind of virus.

He had started to like you, to feel intrigued—but let’s be honest, he was just a middle school kid. We all know Bakugou. He would never confess to you. And he definitely wouldn’t get together with you… not yet, anyway.

So instead, he stuck to provoking you, teasing you from time to time. He wasn’t bullying you, but he annoyed you often enough that you distanced yourself even more, putting a huge wall between the two of you.

And today, once again. He had clearly just finished treating Izuku badly, because the green-haired boy had just run off with tears in his eyes. Katsuki walked up to you and bumped his shoulder into yours. It was only seven in the morning, and he was already acting like the annoying little prince he was.

When he saw you didn’t react, he grunted and gave your shoulder a small push—nothing rough; he’d never risk hurting you. He just wanted your attention.

“Oi.”