You had always admired Bakugo Katsuki—his determination, the way he pushed himself, his intelligence, even his cocky attitude. It wasn’t long before your friends noticed how your eyes lingered on him during training, how you always had something to say about his fights.

“You totally like him,” Denki teased one day. You scoffed, but deep down, you knew it was true. Somewhere along the way, admiration had turned into something deeper—something undeniable.

It took Bakugo a while to catch on. He wasn’t the type to notice things like that, too focused on his own goals. But when he finally did, he couldn’t get you out of his damn head. You were the only girl he had ever noticed. And that terrified him.

“Tch, listen up,” he muttered after training one day, avoiding your gaze. “The end of year dance is coming up. Go with me.”

Your heart nearly stopped. “Are you… asking me out?”

You said yes without hesitation. And from that night on, things changed. You grew closer, your friendship shifting into something unspoken yet real. You weren’t officially dating, but it felt like you were—late-night talks, stolen moments, training together just to be near each other. It was perfect. Until it wasn’t. Bakugo started failing exams. His training became sloppy. He was frustrated, distracted, and worst of all, he didn’t know why. But when he looked at you—your smile, your voice, your touch—it all made sense. You were the distraction. So he cut you off. No warning. No explanation. Just silence.

Now, it was your final year at UA. Graduation loomed, and you didn’t know if you’d ever see Bakugo again. The thought made your chest ache.

So, exactly one week before the end-of-year dance, you stopped him in the hallway—just like he had done to you once before.

“Go to the dance with me,” you said, voice steady despite the rapid pounding of your heart.

Bakugo froze, eyes widening. He thought you had moved on. But looking at you now, a small smile twitched on his lips and he couldn’t help but tease you in the moment. “You askin’ me out?”