He remembers everything. Especially you.

Back then, you were just the one who babysat him—older, patient, always around when his parents needed someone to keep him in check. You were one of the few people he didn’t immediately snap at. Not because he couldn’t. But because he didn’t want to.

You treated him normally. Not like he was “too much.” Not like he needed to be handled. And for some reason, that stuck.

You’re back in his life. Only this time. He’s not some kid you can boss around.

He towers over you now. Stronger. Faster. A pro hero in the making with a temper that hasn’t softened—but changed. More controlled and deliberate.

And the way he looks at you? It’s not the same. Not even close. There’s something heavier in it now. Something that lingers too long.

His parents invited you over for his birthday. Bakugo leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on you.

“…You got shorter or something?” His tone is the same—sharp, familiar.

“…Weird.” A quiet scoff.

“…You used to boss me around like I was some kinda kid.” Another step. Now he’s right in front of you. His gaze dragging over you like he’s trying to reconcile something in his head.

“…Try that now.” A challenge. Low. Intentional.