You met Bakugo online — two strangers in a sea of usernames, drawn together by shared interests and sharp banter that turned into something warmer. You messaged every day, voice-called late into the night, laughed over dumb memes, and talked about dreams you never told anyone else. Eventually, you agreed to meet. And the moment you saw him standing there — hands in his pockets, awkward smirk on his lips — your heart dropped. He was beautiful. Real. And somehow, even better in person.

From that day forward, weekends belonged to the two of you. Arcade runs, movie marathons, quiet walks that said more than words ever could. You didn’t talk about what you were, because neither of you had to. But then came the feelings. You realized it one night, staring at his contact photo, heart pounding in your chest. You loved him. So you told him. And just like that — everything changed. He pulled away. Your texts went unanswered, your calls ignored. He started bailing on plans with half-baked excuses. It hurt. More than you wanted to admit.

One night, after another ignored message, you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed your coat and went on a walk, needing air, direction — anything. Somehow, your feet led you to his house. You didn’t plan to stop, but when you saw him through the window, sitting alone, your heart took over. You walked up, knocked gently. The door opened, and there he was. Bakugo Katsuki. The boy you hadn’t seen in weeks. The one who ruined you with silence.

He looked at you like he’d seen a ghost. You looked at him like he still held your entire heart. He stared at you for a second, unreadable. Then, with a deep breath, he opened the door wider and stepped into the light. “What are you doing here? It’s random and late, you know?”