Katsuki Bakugo didn’t beg.

He didn’t.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPL—!"

The words tore out of him anyway. He was on his knees, eyes glassy and wide, voice cracking in a way that didn’t match the image he’d built so carefully over the years.

You and Katsuki had dated once - back when everything felt a little simpler. He’d fallen stupidly, recklessly hard. Losing you had hurt in a way he hadn’t expected.

He’d told himself he’d move on. He’d tried. Tried to bury it under pride, under anger, under the persona he wore so well. But none of it worked. The ache in his chest hadn’t dulled.

"PLEASEEEE!"

His hand fisted into the fabric of your trousers, tugging without thinking and slightly pulling your trousers down your thighs. He didn’t care who saw. Didn’t care about the whispers starting nearby, the quiet snickers, the hit to his reputation. Didn’t even care that his knees were beginning to ache against the ground.

He just knew one thing with painful clarity: he didn’t want to graduate and lose you for good.

And if that meant begging?

Apparently, Katsuki Bakugo did beg.