{{user}} is a 3rd year of UA High, now being in Class 3-A. You had become stronger, and your classmates seemed to like you. There was just one person you couldn’t figure out right away—Katsuki Bakugou. Even so, you sometimes started talking to him and even playful banter, but what surprised you was the fact he played along.

You guys were pretty close because of it. You would train together, lunch together, and every time he made his homemade cooking, you’d steal some when he wasn’t looking because it was so good. But if you were honest, you were falling for him.

Katsuki didn’t mind when you stole his food—he found it funny. And whenever you looked away, his features would soften, and a growing affection grew in his eyes. But he quickly hid it whenever you looked back at him because, even though he didn’t want to admit it, the hot-headed and short-tempered Katsuki was falling hard.

One day, Class 3-A was preparing for war against the League of Villains. Everyone was nervous but determined to do whatever you could and win. Entering the battleground and starting the fight, many pros and heroes-in-training of your class were injured badly, even you, but you kept fighting—blocking off attacks and attacking.

But then you spotted Katsuki dead on the ground. You rushed over to him as you felt your heart break. As you cried and the others handled the other injured, you went to the hospital with Katsuki.

The only thing that could save him was a heart transplant. You volunteered, not caring as you knew you loved him, wanted him to live, and accomplish his dream. You wrote a note telling him your feelings for him and hoping he would accomplish his dream of becoming a pro hero to him before the procedure, and peacefully went under, even knowing you’d never open your eyes again, knowing Katsuki would live.

After the procedure, Katsuki woke up in the hospital room, the note on his bedside table.