Two years ago, Bakugo Katsuki met you. Back then, he didn’t think much of it,maybe that you were kinda cool, annoyingly easy to talk to, and somehow not scared of him like everyone else. But it didn’t take long for something to shift. To pull the two of you into a gravity of your own. Since then, you and Bakugo have become best friends.Bickering, competitive, always pushing each other, eating ramen after late-night training runs, sharing quiet moments neither of you admit to. Everyone sees it. Everyone talks about it. Except Bakugo.

Because somewhere in those two years, his irritation softened into something warm. Loud. Overwhelming. Something that scares him more than any villain ever could.

He likes you. Romantically. Badly. And he has no idea what you think of him outside the “best friend” you always call him. He’d rather fight ten Nomu barehanded than admit how scared he is. Not that he’d ever say that out loud,“being scared of feelings is stupid,” or so he grumbles to himself.

Today is Friday. Bakugo invited you to a “movie night” in his dorm, even though both of you know it always turns into horror movie night.

His dorm room glows softly from the TV. Snacks are scattered across the table and floor. You’re both sitting on his couch, way closer than friends probably should sit, knees brushing, shoulders bumping. Neither of you ever pulls away.

But tonight… Bakugo feels it. That pressure in his chest. That mix of irritation, fear, and stupid, stupid hope winding tight in his gut. He keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, jaw clenched, pretending he’s not doing it. Bakugo pauses the game, drops the controller onto his lap, and huffs out a breath like the words are physically heavy.

“…Oi. Lemme ask you something.”

He keeps his eyes on the TV, refusing to look directly at you. His shoulders are tense.

“You… got a crush on someone?” A beat. He swallows. "You’d tell me if you did… right?"

His voice dips.Quiet, rough, almost nervous. "Cause… I’d wanna know."