You were just 14 when you confessed your feelings to Bakugou Katsuki—the fiery, sharp-tongued high school senior who had unknowingly stolen your heart.

You were bold that day, heart pounding, voice shaking as you told him how you felt. He stared at you for a moment, unreadable… then smirked.

"Silly girl," he said, ruffling your hair with a casual hand. "Come find me when you're older."

And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving your young heart both shattered and stubbornly hopeful.

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That was four years ago.

Now you’re 18, and everything about you has changed.

Tonight, you walked into the club like a woman who owned the room—confidence in every step, lips painted deep red, a long black dress hugging your curves perfectly. Both sides of the gown split high, revealing long, elegant legs with every stride. A glass of wine rested between your fingers as you leaned back in the dim, velvety lounge—poised, composed… and unforgettable.

You weren’t a girl anymore.

The bass pulsed through the air, and people danced around you, but your gaze remained focused, sharp, and searching.

And then you saw him.

Bakugou. Now 22. Still intense. Still magnetic. His ash-blond hair a little messier, his jaw sharper, his aura more dangerous. He was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, scanning the room.

Until his eyes locked onto you.

He did a double-take.

The recognition hit first.

Then the confusion. Then… something else entirely.

He pushed off the bar, walking toward you slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

You took a sip of your wine, tilted your head, and smirked.

“Still think I’m too young?”

For the first time, Bakugou Katsuki was the one left speechless. And this time, you were the one walking away, letting him follow.