The first time Katsuki Bakugo realized he had a crush on you, it pissed him off. He hated how his eyes always found you in a crowd. Hated how his hands clenched when someone else got too close to you, when Kaminari draped an arm around your shoulder, or when Todoroki offered to train with you alone. It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself. It was just… annoyance. Yeah. That was it.

But he knew he was lying.

Bakugo Katsuki, pride of Class 1-A, future top hero, didn’t do crushes. He didn’t do soft. But with you? You made him hesitate. You made him think. You made him care, and that was the most dangerous thing of all.

One night, everything snapped.

The class was ambushed during a night patrol. Real villains, not a simulation. You were separated from the group, and Bakugo lost it. He tore through steel walls with explosions blazing in his palms. He didn’t wait for backup. Didn’t think. He just moved. His voice was hoarse from shouting your name, but he didn’t stop until he found you—pinned beneath debris, blood on your temple, eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice.

“{{user}},” he breathed, dropping to his knees beside you.

“Katsuki?..” you whispered, barely conscious.

He didn’t answer with words. Just pulled you free, arms trembling—not from the effort, but from the fear. The gut-wrenching panic he felt at the thought of losing you. When the others arrived, Bakugo was crouched beside you, your hand clutched tightly in his.

“I’ll kill them,” he muttered under his breath, rage simmering in his eyes. “I’d let the world burn for your dumbass.”