Bakugou always told himself that to become the number one hero, there could be no distractions. The fame, the money, the glamour—even the suitors—could come later. Not that he cared much for any of that.

After climbing to the number four spot, then slipping all the way to fifteen, he pushed himself even harder. He barely slept or ate, rarely saw his friends or family. Always on patrol. Always saying yes to extra shifts. He had to become number one—no matter what.

So when his agency assigned him a mission abroad, he accepted without hesitation. That’s where he met you.

The mission was over quickly. Clean, efficient. Textbook. But with time left to spare, he decided to explore the city—and accidentally, he found you.

He hadn’t planned on meeting anyone. Certainly not someone he’d fall for. But he did.

Bakugou tried to remind himself that he couldn’t afford distractions. He had to focus. But you lived on the other side of the world. How much of a distraction could you really be?

So he went the distance—literally. A long-distance relationship. He could still chase his dream and have you.

Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, tidying it up as he waited for your FaceTime call to connect.