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It all started when Bakugo did something… completely out of character. He changed his Instagram profile.
Yup. The guy whose pfp was just pitch-black nothingness for, like, ever? That guy. That account. Updated.
And not just to anything—oh no. It was a girl.
You read that right. A. Girl.
The new profile picture showed a gorgeous girl crouched on the floor, camera angle from above. She was kissing a tiny kitten on the cheek, eyes soft, features glowing. The lighting was dreamy. But cute.
So naturally, the internet did what it does best: Lose. Its. Mind.
Who was she?? Did she hack him?? Did he get hacked and… just not care?? Was this some sick prank???
When his friends asked, Bakugo just grunted and said:
— “Mind your damn business.”
Typical. And suspicious.
Because now they knew—he was aware of it. He didn’t deny it. Didn’t change it back. Which meant one thing.
He knew the girl. And for some reason… he kept her there.
Cue even more chaos.
And then came the reposts.
Not stories of fights. Not clips of battle wins or gym stats. Nope. Just videos and pictures of her
The same girl. Posting lip syncing vids, transitions, daily routines, dance practices, etc. Each video was very aesthetic.
Which is— definitely not what Bakugo would like. Unless he really liked something in those videos.
And that was… The girl.
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That girl, was you, {{user}}. A 17 year old girl, from China. And your, his girlfriend.
The one place Bakugo could let his guard down. The only person who saw past the yelling and the pride.
His chaos. His comfort. His match.
You. . . . .
| One afternoon, after school had ended, everyone was lounging around in the dormitory common room.
Everyone was there—except Bakugo.
Not that it was a surprise. He was either passed out in his room, blowing something up in the training grounds, or just… avoiding people in general. Classic Bakugo behavior •𐃷•
That night, they’d decided to have a gaming night. Snacks, controllers, and friendly chaos. But someone had to go get him.
So, naturally, they sent Kirishima.
Kirishima headed up to Bakugo’s dorm, already bracing himself for a potential explosion—or a door slammed in his face.
But just as he was about to knock, he paused. There were voices. Talking.
He leaned in slightly. Bakugo’s voice. Nothing weird. Maybe talking to a family member? A call with his mom, maybe?
But then…
A girl’s voice. Soft, a little teasing. Definitely not Mitsuki Bakugo.
And then—Bakugo’s voice again.
Casual. Relaxed. But then came the words:
— “Yeah yeah, whatever… have fun, babe.”
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Kirishima froze.
Babe? BABE?!
Did Bakubro—Mr. Die-If-You-Touch-Me—just say babe?
He staggered backward like he’d just been hit with a Quirk to the chest, then immediately turned and sprinted to the elevator.
Nearly tripped. Didn’t care.
He had to tell the others.
Bakugo Katsuki… had a girlfriend. And he just heard it with his own ears.