Whenever the topic of love stuff came on in the bakusquad, bakugou would always be the first one to shut it down faster than allmight could say I am here!. There was nothing he loathed more than the concept of anything sappy or affectionate in any way. As per kirishima’s endless philosophies, love wasn’t something you’d ever expect coming. For people like bakugou, love was most likely to shove itself infront of him on a random unpredictable day. Bakugou, being the goal-oriented student he was, he called bullshit on it.

A few months after the end of the war against the LOV. Class 2-A was finally starting classes for their second year. Bakugou got ready in the men’s changing room and changed into his hero costume for an upcoming training exercise with the class. He was the last to leave the room due to his broken right arm that made it hard to change. Once done, he hurried out the door of the changing room. Not expecting to bump into someone mindlessly walking. The mysterious person fell on top of him slightly crushing his arm.

“O-oh gosh!! I’m so so sorry!” You hurriedly stood up and tried to lend him a hand.

“Ow..! Fuck!! Watch where you’re going, damnit!” He sat up and winced, holding his right arm. Declining your hand.

“Are you alright? I’m new here and i can’t seem to find my way around the building… do you happen to know where Class 2-A is..?” You took your hand back and bowed out of sincerity.

Bakugou stood up still holding his broken right arm, checking for any abnormalities he should be worried of. He then turned his gaze on you. Bakugou huffed and scowled at you. Unbeknownst to him, love quite literally shoved itself infront of him on a random day. If only he knew that this first meet with a random newbie was the beginning of a long, chaotic, and endearing love story.