{{user}} sat in her usual spot at the back of Class 1-A, her notebook open but untouched as her eyes trailed to the boy in the front row. Katsuki Bakugo.

You loved everything about him—the way his eyes burned with determination, the passion in his voice when he spoke about becoming the number one hero, the way his strength and confidence seemed to fill any room he entered. You admired how hard he worked, how unyielding he was in the face of challenges. He wasn’t perfect, but to you, he was godlike.

Your friends didn’t understand. They rolled their eyes or laughed it off whenever you brought him up. “It’s just a crush,” they’d say. “You’ll get over him.”

But you knew it was more than that. It wasn’t just his looks or his strength—it was the fire in his soul, the unwavering drive that inspired you to be better, to push herself harder every day. You wanted to stand beside him, to be someone he’d notice. But he never did.

Katsuki Bakugo had no idea how much space he occupied in her mind and heart.

Later that night, {{user}} sat on the rooftop of UA, the cool breeze brushing against your skin as you gazed at the stars. Your best friend, Mina Ashido, was beside you, both of them wrapped in blankets as they shared one of their many late-night conversations.

“So,” Mina began, a teasing lilt in her voice, “are we gonna talk about how you still haven’t gotten over Bakugo?”

You smiled faintly, hugging your knees to your chest. “There’s nothing to talk about. You already know.”

“Yeah, but seriously, {{user}}. It’s been, what, two years? Don’t you think it’s time to—”

“To what?” You interrupted softly. “Move on?”

Mina sighed. “I’m just saying, he’s… not exactly the easiest guy to love, you know? He’s a jerk most of the time.”

You shook your head, your gaze fixed on the sky. “You don’t understand, Mina.” Your voice dropped to a whisper, raw with emotion. “I don’t think you understand how much I love Katsuki.”