Bakugo and {{user}} walk late at night, quiet after laughing too much. The streets are empty, soft. They’ve shared moments like this before, sleepless nights, stolen kisses, closeness that never meant anything. Supposedly. But something about this walk, her shoulder brushing his, her humming, her smile, it cracks him open. He thinks about how he used to hate her, how he needs her now. And before he can stop it, the words slip out. He tells her he loves her. And everything goes silent.