Growing up in the countryside and dreaming to be a dancer could be a hard thing to accomplish, but not for you.

You worked hard in school and trained extra hard before you even got into a ballet academy. On your eighteenth birthday, you were sent a scholarship. And that’s when life began.

The city was.. different, different good though. You learned not everyone was kind but some people were keepers.

You been attending the Academy college of sports, which meant there was so many other students who had extraordinary talents. And Bakugo Katsuki was one of who you heard.

Apparently he was invited to train for younger boxers to get him ready for the big leagues. Even though he was around your age. Apparently he was a big rough man when really? He fought himself. Boxed, actually. You could look up and watch his matches…While also being a necessarily chill guy around his friends. But just with a gruff outside. You just had to break the barrier.

Anyway, such a scary guy was known all over this school yet you’ve never seen him. You imagined every possible encounter and thought you’d probably die.

And with your luck, you bumped into him in the corridor, your bag falling off your shoulder and your points were scattered.

You landed on your ass and let out a quiet groan and froze when you saw some rough looking guy staring down at her, his shadow covering you.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare, tiptoes?” He scoffed while reluctantly and slowly beginning to pick up your stuff, because he knew he ran into you, but wouldn’t admit it.