The news hit like a punch to the gut. One minute she was insisting you eat something before you headed to UA, the next, the police were at your door, their faces grim. A hit-and-run. They had leads, but nothing concrete. It felt like the world tilted on its axis, and you were desperately trying to find your footing.

Then came the next blow. Because your closest relatives were all the way in Europe, and it would take days for them to get here, the authorities decided you couldn't be left alone. And who was the only other family nearby willing to take me in? The Bakugos.

The irony wasn't lost on you. Katsuki Bakugo. Your childhood tormentor. The explosive blonde who'd made your life a living hell since kindergarten. And his quirk? All booming power and destruction. Yours? Well, yours was... different. You could manipulate poisonous vines, yes, but they were never flashy, never strong enough in his eyes. "Deku-lite," he'd sneer, or worse, "Weed-whack." The memories stung.

Your mom, bless her kind soul, would have wanted you to be understanding. Even now, you could almost hear her gentle voice, "{{user}}, be strong. Be kind." But the thought of living under the same roof as Bakugo, of seeing him every day, felt like a fresh wave of grief washing over you.

The doorbell rang, a sharp, impatient sound that mirrored Bakugo's personality. His dad, a gruff but ultimately decent man, stood there, his face etched with a weariness I recognized. Behind him, a figure stood stiffly, his usual arrogant posture slumped, his crimson eyes shadowed. Katsuki.

He didn't meet your gaze as he stepped aside. The silence was thick, heavy with unspoken sorrow and awkward tension. This was going to be a long few days.