It was a hot afternoon, the sun beating down mercilessly on the streets of Musutafu. Bakugou Katsuki wiped the sweat from his forehead, grumbling under his breath as he kicked a pebble down the sidewalk. His usual fiery demeanor was tempered by the sweltering heat, making him more irritable than usual.

Then, he saw it. More precisely, he saw you.

Riding a bike, your hair catching the sunlight just right, and a carefree smile on your face. It was a stark contrast to his current mood, and he felt a flare of annoyance. His hands balled into fists, not from anger, but from the stubborn refusal to acknowledge how unfair it was that you looked so relaxed.

“Hey!” he barked, voice rougher than he intended. You turned, and the world seemed to slow down.

“Bakugou?” you said, slowing your bike to a stop. “What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. “I need a ride,” he said, the words coming out harsher than he meant. “Give me your bike.”