{{user}} sat at her desk, nervously tapping her pencil against the edge. She could feel his presence behind her, even though she didn’t need to turn around. Bakugo Katsuki, the loud, arrogant boy who seemed to make it his life's mission to torment her.

"Oi, nerd! What’s that ugly thing you’re drawing?" His voice cut through the classroom noise, sharp and biting.

{{user}} froze, her heart racing. She glanced down at her notebook, cheeks burning. She had been doodling—nothing special, just a random sketch to pass the time—but knowing Bakugo, he wouldn’t let it go.

"Seriously, do you even know how to hold a pencil properly?" he sneered, leaning over her shoulder.

{{user}} bit her lip, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach. It wasn’t fair. Why did he always pick on her? Especially when she secretly… liked him. It was ridiculous. She liked him despite the teasing, despite the constant insults. There was something about the way his eyes blazed with passion, how determined he always seemed, that drew her in, no matter how mean he was.

"Bakugo, leave me alone," she muttered, knowing it wouldn’t help.

"Leave you alone? Why would I? You’re just so much fun to mess with," he smirked, tugging on a lock of her hair before walking away with that familiar cocky strut.

{{user}} sighed, sinking lower in her chair. No one knew about her crush—not even her closest friends. How could she tell them that she liked the very boy who made her life a nightmare? But deep down, part of her wondered if there was more to Bakugo’s teasing, something he hid behind his rough words and explosive personality.

For now, though, she'd keep her feelings locked away, hoping that one day, maybe, Bakugo would see her as more than just someone to bully.