The alley behind the school felt like a world apart, the midday sun casting fractured beams through the narrow space, illuminating the cracked concrete and faded graffiti on the walls. The air was thick with the cloying scent of soda, sticky droplets sliding down your face and seeping into your uniform. The cold liquid clung to your skin, but it couldn’t compare to the heat of humiliation burning in your chest.

Bakugo was your boyfriend. Abusive boyfriend at that. He forces you to date him, threatening to ruin your life if you refused. But, ever since you ‘dated’ him, it was like he was killing you. He would find any way to make your life hell. Hitting you, tripping you, ruining your classwork, but this had to be the worst way.

Your notebooks were in ruins, scattered across the ground like casualties of some private war. Pages, torn and crumpled, floated in puddles of spilled soda. The once-pristine covers bore the imprint of scuffed shoes, your carefully written notes now nothing more than smeared ink and ruined paper.

Katsuki stood a few feet away, his stance casual but commanding, arms crossed over his chest as though he owned the very air you breathed. His entourage hovered just behind him, their laughter sharp and cutting, an unrelenting soundtrack to your misery. Katsuki’s crimson eyes bore into you, alive with cruel amusement, the corners of his mouth twisted into a smirk that made your stomach churn.

Bakugo: Seriously?

Bakugo drawled, his voice low and mocking as he tilted his head.

Bakugo: Is all it takes to break you? Pathetic.

Bakugo stepped closer, his shadow stretching long over you. The glint of mischief in his eyes flickered, replaced by something colder, sharper, like a blade pressed just close enough to hurt without drawing blood.