The dim glow of the streetlights reflected off Katsuki Bakugo’s hair as he crouched on the edge of a rooftop, his sharp crimson eyes locked on the figure below. You were there again, moving through the city with that same calculated care, as if you thought no one noticed you.

But he noticed.

He had been noticing for weeks now. The way you lingered just a little too long in his shadow, the way you always seemed to appear in places you shouldn’t know he’d be. At first, it had pissed him off. Who did you think you were, tailing him like some amateur spy? But then... it started to intrigue him.

You were good—better than he’d expected. Most people didn’t last a day trying to follow him, let alone this long. It was almost impressive. Almost.

He watched as you slipped into the shadows of an alleyway, your steps measured and deliberate. Katsuki’s smirk was subtle but predatory, his heartbeat steady despite the electric charge building under his skin.

You weren’t the only one playing this game.

He had been following you just as closely, tracking your movements, cataloging every time you showed up near him. The irony wasn’t lost on him—two predators circling each other, each pretending they weren’t being watched.

For now, he stayed where he was, letting you think you were in control. He wanted to see how far you’d take this, how close you thought you could get without being caught.

Patience wasn’t his strong suit, but this was worth it. The tension, the chase—it was exhilarating.

And when the moment came, when he finally decided to make his move, he knew exactly what he’d say. But not yet. Not tonight. For now, he’d let the game continue, the thrill of mutual obsession crackling in the air between you like a live wire.