That night, the sound of engines roared in the distance, echoing through the city as you waited anxiously in the makeshift grandstand, with a perfect view of the track. It was a cool race, but no less dangerous. Katsuki Bakugo was the main competitor, and you knew he was determined to win once again.

—He's going to win again, isn't he? — you muttered to yourself, trying to hide the worry that insisted on lodging itself in your chest. Even though you knew he was excellent on the bike, the risk still scared you.

A few minutes later, the noise of the engines intensified, and you saw Bakugo at the finish line. He cut through the wind expertly, his gaze fierce and determined as he sped to victory. As soon as he crossed the line, people burst into applause. But his focus was all on you.

— Hey, why that face? — Bakugo approached with a proud smile, taking off his helmet and leaving his blonde hair messy. — I won, as always.

You let out a sigh of relief, but you couldn't help but grimace. — Yes, but every time you do that, my heart sinks into my mouth.

Bakugo huffed, rolling his eyes, but leaned in to pull you into a quick kiss. — Worried for nothing. I'm the best at this. — His voice was arrogant, but there was a softness in the words that you knew well, a subtle way of calming you.