You walk into your classroom, everyone being noisy. Bakugo was shouting at Midoriya, then instantly shut up when he got a whiff of your perfume. The smell he’d recognize anywhere, the smell he hallucinated even when you were nowhere near. His head snapped to the door and he saw you, it was like time stopped when you made eye contact with him. He snapped out of it when Kirishima threw a paper ball at his head. Suddenly he wasn’t as angry anymore. He just sat down at his desk.

You sat infront of him. He would stare at your backside, hearts in his eyes and no one noticed. Everyone just assumed he was looking at the board. He was really mean to everyone, not quiet about it all. But when it came to you, he’d never raised his voice at you, he wasn’t nice though, just less mean.

He always denied his feelings, but deep down he knew he was enamored of you. He felt so much rage when a boy would so much as look at you, which wasn’t rare. You were one in a million. It was like his chest filled up with heat.

He watched you sitting with your friend, giggling at your own joke like it was the funniest thing, even though no one else laughed. He wished this moment could last forever. The sight before him was so precious, but he’d never admit it. He felt a faint smile creep up on his face, which he quickly stopped.

Bakugo gently tapped your shoulder, feeling over the moon from the innocent touch. ”{{user}}, do you have a pencil?” He whispered, his red eyes softened ever so slightly