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It started as a joke.

"She won't leave me alone; we're hanging out."

Now, it's become a habit. Katsuki Bakugō, your hot-headed best friend, shows up at your place without warning, using you as his shield against the girl who won't stop clinging to him—the one he's obligated to be with.

She's not just persistent—she's everywhere. Waiting after school, lurking near his gym, and showing up outside of his house uninvited.

You were his sanctuary, his refuge; he could finally breathe when with you.

Tonight, you're stretched out on your couch, game controller in hand, when his familiar knock could be heard on the front door. Seconds later, he walks in—hood up, scowl on, panting like he just outran a villain.

"She followed me. Again."

He locks the door behind him and presses his back against it, recollecting his breath, eyes narrowed.

"I'm crashin' here tonight, cool? Cool." He says, giving you no room for argument.