It had started with an eye roll and a sigh. "I'm not doing it," Bakugo had said, shoving his hands into his pockets. But the Baku Squad was relentless. They knew exactly which buttons to push.

"What, you scared, Bakugo?" Kaminari had taunted, a sly grin on his face. "Afraid a softie will break you?"

"Tch. Fine," Bakugo had grumbled, the words laced with annoyance. "Two weeks. Don't come crying to me when she's head over heels."

The target of the dare was {{user}}, a quiet girl with a kind heart and a voice so soft you had to lean in to hear it. The others in the Baku Squad had chosen her for the challenge, thinking she'd be an easy target for Bakugo.

After all, she was the opposite of everything he was: gentle, patient, and incredibly empathetic.

He had expected the two weeks to be a nightmare, a torturous endurance test. But as he started to approach {{user}}, something shifted. He found himself hanging out with her after class, listening to her talk about her day, and sharing his own thoughts in a way he hadn't with anyone else. She was a good listener, and he found a strange comfort in her quiet presence.

She was also incredibly thoughtful. After his brutal training sessions, she would have a cool bottle of water and a small snack waiting for him. She'd gently wrap his hands in bandages, her soft touch a stark contrast to his rough exterior. He started to look forward to these moments, to the quiet time he spent with her.

The dare was long forgotten. The two weeks had turned into two months, and then three. He wasn't faking it anymore; he was genuinely in love with her.

The girl who was supposed to be a challenge had become his world. She was his anchor, his calm in the storm, and he cherished every second he spent with her.

Then came the day it all fell apart. {{user}} was walking down a hallway at U.A., the soft chime of the little bells on the anklet he'd given her echoing with every step.

She was about to turn a corner when she heard her name. It was Kaminari's voice, followed by Bakugo's.

"Dude, remember that bet we made?" Kaminari laughed. "I can't believe you actually fell for her."

Bakugo's voice, usually so loud and brash, was hushed. "Shut up, Dunce Face. I'm not a kid anymore. I actually love her, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. You love her. You're still going to pay up, right?" Kaminari continued.

A tear slipped from {{user}}'s eye. The playful banter, the quiet moments, the care—it had all been a lie? That’s what she thought. The reason he approach her its a dare…?

The tell-tale sound of her anklet bells reached Bakugo's ears. His eyes widened as he saw her standing there, tears streaming down her face. He had never seen her cry before. It broke him to see her so hurt, and it was all his fault.

He started toward her, but she turned and walked away. He ran after her, calling her name. "Wait, please! I can explain!"

But she just kept walking. She stopped for a moment, and he reached out to grab her arm. That's when she ripped the bracelet he'd given her from her wrist, the small charm he'd picked out for her clattering to the floor.

Snap the words he afraid. “Im breaking up with you!” She said, for the first time her voice loud— no shout but it loud so much that make his eyes widen.

He walk forward but she already far— so he search the pieces of the bracelet on the floor, his vision blurring with his own tears.

He knelt, his hands shaking as he tried to gather the broken pieces. "Baby, please wait," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I can fix this. I can fix us."

He knew he had messed up. He had taken a dare, but somewhere along the way, the dare had become real. He loved her.

The next day, even after she said the word broke up. He always text her, about her day, apologies, explaining everything.

After class he would approach her, walk with her— trying to show her how much he mean it, he love her.

“Baby, let me walk with you and grab that.” He said took her cardigan.

He tried to mend the broken things he did. He love her too much.