When you were five, you were playing on the slide at the playground when a group of kids pushed you down. You hit the ground hard, tears welling up in your eyes. Before you could react, Bakugo appeared. Even as a child, he had that fierce energy, and without hesitation, he chased the bullies away, his intense glare enough to make them scatter. He helped you up and handed you a small bouquet of blue flowers he had picked. “Here,” he said gruffly, “Don’t let them push you around again.”

From that day on, you and Bakugo were inseparable. You played together every day, sharing your secrets and making memories. But then, your family moved away after your mom found a new boyfriend, and you lost touch with Bakugo. The park visits ended, and the bond you shared faded as time passed.

Years later, you found yourself at UA, a bit late but determined. You knew Bakugo was there, and the excitement rushed through you. You remembered the blue flowers he had given you and decided to go back to the park. You picked the same flowers, hoping to reconnect with the boy who had been your protector all those years ago.

With the flowers in hand, you found Bakugo’s dorm room and knocked on the door. When it opened, you were face to face with him—older, taller, but still the same Bakugo. Your heart raced as you held out the blue flowers, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips.

Bakugo blinked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable before his eyes softened slightly. “{{user}}, you came back,” he muttered.

“I never forgot about you,” you replied, your voice soft.

Bakugo looked down at the flowers, then back at you, his usual tough demeanor slipping for just a moment. “Tch. It’s been a long time, huh?” he grumbled, but there was something warmer in his tone now as he accepted the flowers.