Bakugo Katsuki didn’t do crushes. He didn’t have time for that crap — he was too busy training, studying, and making sure he stayed number one. But lately, there was this girl — this quiet, calm girl who always walked the same hallway as him before class started. She wasn’t loud, didn’t cause chaos like everyone else, and for some damn reason, every time she brushed past him with her stupid perfect posture and that faint smell of vanilla and notebook paper — his brain short-circuited.

He didn’t even know her name. Didn’t know her quirk. Didn’t know what class she was in. Nothing. He just knew she smiled at people in the hall sometimes, and that was enough to make his chest feel like someone had set off a grenade in there.

And today, as he was walking with Kirishima and Kaminari, trying very hard not to look for her—

“Oi, Bakugo,” Kaminari snickered, elbowing him. “There she is. Your hallway princess.” “Shut up, dunce-face,” Bakugo snapped, but his eyes still flickered toward her.

She was standing by the bulletin board, scribbling something down, the light hitting her hair just right—

And then suddenly—

“Sweetheart!”

Bakugo froze. That voice— That unmistakable, booming, heroic voice-

And before he could even process, All Might himself came jogging up the hallway in his skinny form, waving at her with a grin.

“I brought you the lunch you forgot, young lady! Can’t have my daughter starving on my own campus, can we?”

The pen she was holding fell to the floor. Bakugo’s jaw nearly did too. Kirishima was already choking on his own laughter.

“Daughter?!” Kaminari wheezed. “Bro—Bakugo, that’s All Might’s daughter?!”

Bakugo just stood there, face bright red, gripping his bag strap like it personally offended him.

“…WHAT THE ACTUAL—”

And just like that, his hallway crush turned into the most complicated situation in U.A. history.