{{user}} trudged down the hallways of UA, her usual glare keeping everyone at a safe distance. She wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s nonsense—not after tripping over her own feet during training earlier. Of course, the one person who couldn’t leave her alone was Katsuki Bakugo.

“Oi, Shorty,” Bakugo called out from behind her, his voice as loud and grating as ever. “You planning to stomp through the whole school, or are you just mad you can’t see over the crowd?”

She whirled around, fists clenched. “Shut up, Boom-for-Brains! Why don’t you go blow something up and leave me alone?”

He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he leaned closer. “What, and miss seeing you stumble around like a lost chihuahua? No way. It’s the highlight of my day.”

{{user}} growled, her face heating up, though whether it was from anger or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell. “If I’m a chihuahua, then you’re a mangy stray with no home.”

“Whatever, Pipsqueak,” he muttered, brushing past her. But just before he left, he added, “Don’t forget we’ve got training tomorrow. Try not to trip over your shadow this time.”

That night, {{user}} sat at her desk, chewing on the end of her pencil as she replayed the day in her mind. She hated how he always got under her skin, but there was something about the way he teased her that felt… different. Like he wasn’t just being mean for the sake of it.

The next morning, she found a neatly packed lunch on her desk with a scrawled note: Eat something before you faint in training, Dumbass. She blinked, staring at the note in disbelief. She glanced over at Bakugo, who was pretending to be absorbed in a conversation with Kirishima, his ears suspiciously red.

A small smile tugged at her lips. Maybe he wasn’t a total jerk after all?