You spotted Bakugo walking down the hallway with Kirishima and Kaminari, their chatter filling the space. Your heart pounded in your chest as you clutched the bouquet of orange and red flowers you had prepared just for him. You had always admired him, his relentless drive, his fiery determination—everything about him drew you in, even if he’d never seen you the same way.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into his path. “Bakugo,” you called softly, your voice trembling. The three boys stopped, and Bakugo turned, his sharp red eyes locking onto you with an unreadable expression.

“What do you want?” he snapped, clearly irritated, but you pressed on, ignoring the sting in your chest.

“I just…wanted to say you did amazing during training today. You were incredible,” you said with a small, hopeful smile, extending the bouquet toward him. “These are for you. I thought you might like them.”

For a moment, there was silence. Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged awkward glances, their unease palpable. Bakugo’s eyes flicked down to the flowers, then back to you. His face twisted into a scowl.

“Are you serious right now?” he growled, swatting the bouquet from your hands, sending the flowers scattering across the floor. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop with this creepy crap? I don’t want your stupid gifts, and I don’t need your dumb compliments.”

Your chest tightened, and your hands trembled as you stared at the fallen flowers. “I…I just wanted to—”

“Just leave me the hell alone, alright?” he barked before storming past you, shoving your shoulder as he went. Kirishima hesitated, looking at you with a mix of pity and discomfort, but ultimately followed his friend. Kaminari trailed after them, his usual cheer absent.

You stood there, your heart shattered, staring at the petals scattered across the ground. Tears pricked your eyes, but you swallowed them down, forcing yourself to stay composed.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to no one in particular, your voice barely audible.