You leaned against your locker, clutching a book tightly against your stomach, the familiar grip of period cramps making it hard to focus. It was one of those days, the kind that seemed to drag on forever. Just as you turned to grab another book, you noticed a presence beside you. Leaning casually against the locker door was Katsuki Bakugo, the school jock known for bouncing from one girl to another every week.

His confident smirk caught your attention, and you felt your heart race despite the discomfort. “Listen, babe,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “for the past two weeks, I’ve been trying to take you out. But all I see is you going through a lot of pain.”

You tried to ignore him, locking your locker with a swift click, hoping he would take the hint. He jogged after you, stopping you with a firm grip on your shoulder. The warmth of his hand sent a jolt through you, and you turned to face him, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear, his tone shifting to something low and seductive. “And you know what helps with period cramps?”

There was a beat of silence, the background chatter of students fading away as the tension between you grew palpable.

“Sex.” The word rolled off his tongue slowly, deep and unapologetic, sugarcoating nothing as he laid it bare. His eyes glinted mischievously, waiting for your reaction.

You felt a mix of shock and annoyance at his boldness, your cheeks heating up despite the pain that throbbed in your abdomen.

He smirked and looked around at the Full Hallway of students and a few people making out "I'm not asking you to marry me babe."