You were one of Bakugo’s closest friends—close enough that people noticed. Everyone did. He was loud, arrogant, stupidly handsome, and half the school seemed to orbit around him because of it. But no matter how many people tried to get his attention, he was always with you.

Next to you in class. Across from you in the cafeteria. Walking home together. Crashing at each other’s dorms.

People talked. You didn’t care.

One afternoon during gym class, while everyone was changing stations, a girl you barely recognized stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down before shoving your shoulder hard enough to make you take a step back.

“So you’re the one Bakugo’s always hanging around,” she scoffed. Her lips curled into a smug smile. “Listen carefully. He’s mine. Got it?”