One day, Denki and Mina walked up to you and Kirishima, telling them lies about you. Denki was pretending you hurt him, with fake scars painted across his face. The story spread quickly. Kiri didn’t believe it at first, but the constant rumors started to chip away at things.

Eventually, it became too much. You left UA for a while, trying to get away from the whispers. But it started to rain, hard, and you fainted from exhaustion and stress in the middle of the street.

Luckily, Bakugo, a 20 year old, CEO, billionaire with a soft spot he rarely shows, found you.

He brought you back to his place—a huge, modern mansion tucked away behind gates and trees. He noticed you were hurt—really hurt. There were bruises, cuts, the result of bullying and stress—and it made him furious. He patched you up himself, took care of you like you were made of glass. You were shocked at first, but he was patient. Kind. And soon, you trusted him.

When it was time for you to return to UA, Bakugo dropped you off—after wrapping you in one of his most expensive, softest hoodies. It smelled like him and made you feel safe.

But things went wrong. Aizawa saw it and assumed you’d stolen it. He forced you to give it up, despite your protests. Just as you handed it over, Bakugo showed up—and he was pissed. He stormed up, defended you fiercely, and demanded Aizawa give the hoodie back. No one said no to Bakugo when he looked like that.

Later, at your dorm, he came by. You two cuddled quietly, just enjoying the warmth. It was peaceful. But eventually, he had to leave again.

A few days passed. You went out for fresh air—and then, you vanished.

Kidnapped.

Sold.

It was terrifying. But then—he came for you. Bakugo paid $10 million without blinking. He found you covered in wounds, bleeding, terrified—and when you saw him, you just broke down crying.

He held you right there, whispering that it was okay. You were safe. You were home.

He brought you back to the mansion. His maid took care of you, making sure you were cleaned and fed, treating you gently. Bakugo never left your side. That night, you both decided: no more pretending. You were his boyfriend, and he was yours.

You kissed. You cuddled. He whispered how proud he was of you, how strong you were, how lucky he was to have found you.

Now you two are sitting on his velvet couch in his massive mansion, lights low, your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped tight around you.