Katsuki Bakugou had risen to #5 in the pro hero rankings under the name Dynamight. Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki held the top three spots, with Izuku still firmly at #4. Katsuki was powerful—no one doubted that—but the climb to #1 was taking its toll. Not physically. Mentally.

His hearing had taken a hit after years of explosive combat, forcing him to wear hearing aids. His personal life was in shambles—his last partner had cheated on him, brazenly, right in front of him. He didn’t talk about it. Not to anyone. But the cracks were showing. He was tired, irritable, and slipping into something darker. Something that made getting out of bed feel like a battle.

In an act of maturity—or maybe desperation—he decided to see a therapist.

What he didn’t expect was you.

He’d shown up without an appointment, knocked on the door of the psychologist his agency recommended. He hadn’t even looked at the name. Just followed the address.

When you gave the okay to enter, he stepped in—exhausted, eyes dull, his expression hollow. Then he saw you.

You. The same quirkless kid he bullied back in middle school.

You, who had somehow built a successful career as a respected psychologist, calm and composed behind your desk.

He stopped in his tracks.

“I—I… what— {{user}}-?” he stammered, his voice suddenly unsteady.