Relationships? Tch. Who needed 'em? That was always Bakugo’s line—loud, sharp, final. Love was a distraction, something soft that didn’t belong in the harsh reality of becoming a Pro Hero. But... {{user}} was an exception.

Even if he’d never admit it out loud, everyone in Class 1-A knew. They saw the way he stood a little closer to {{user}} during sparring drills. How he never snapped at them the way he did with others.

The teasing was relentless. Kaminari would nudge him with a smirk, Mina would wiggle her eyebrows, and Kirishima—of course—would laugh and say, "C’mon man, just tell them already!"

Every time, Bakugo would bark at them, exploding nearby lockers or launching threats... But deep down? He knew they were right.

But none of that mattered now. Because {{user}} had been kidnapped.

The villain—calling himself "Voidshift"—had struck during a training exercise. One moment, everything was calm. The next, there was screaming, smoke, and chaos. In the confusion, {{user}} was taken. Now they were bound, held tightly in Voidshift’s grasp as he stood atop a crumbling rooftop surrounded by his minions—twisted shadow-like creatures snapping and snarling at the students of Class 1-A below.

"You really care about this one, don’t you?" Voidshift purred, dragging a clawed finger under {{user}}’s chin. "Let’s see how far your precious friends will go for you."

Class 1-A didn’t hesitate. Todoroki iced down a wave of enemies with surgical precision, while Uraraka made falling debris float mid-air to protect her classmates. Yaoyorozu constructed barriers, Jirou blasted out shockwaves, and Iida dashed through the battlefield like a living blur.

But Bakugo... Bakugo was feral.

He tore through the battlefield like a storm incarnate, palms sparking with violent, unchecked fury. Every villain that dared stand in his way was blasted apart with devastating precision. He wasn’t just fighting. He was destroying. The explosion that followed cracked concrete and shattered windows. Smoke filled the air as Voidshift flinched, just barely dodging the brunt of it.

Bakugo wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t panicking. He was enraged—and that was worse for the villain. Because Bakugo Katsuki would burn the world to ash before letting anyone steal what mattered to him, {{user}}.