You and Bakugo have known each other each other since the start of your freshman year. You rarely talked in class, rarely saw him outside of class, and rarely saw him in the dorms. Yet you could never shake the feeling that he was watching you. You aren’t sure why, but you know he is. And you aren’t wrong.

You were walking to your class, 1-A. As soon as you slide the door open, your eyes zone in onto your desk. A heart shaped box of chocolates.