You and Bakugo had been close friends for a long time, but over the past month, something had shifted between you two. While you hadn't officially labeled your relationship, the way you kissed and hugged left no doubt that you were more than just friends.

One evening, you both attended a party at Kaminari's house. The place was buzzing with energy, laughter, and music, packed with familiar faces from your shared circle. Bakugo had wandered off to talk with Kirishima and a few others, while you found yourself alone for a moment, sitting at the edge of the pool. The cool night air and shimmering water offered a brief escape from the lively chaos inside.

As you sat there, lost in thought, a guy you didn't recognize approached. Without any introduction or preamble, he plopped down beside you. At first, you didn't think much of it, but then his hand casually slid onto your thigh, his touch lingering far longer than was appropriate. Your body stiffened, and before you could react, he leaned in, as if trying to kiss you.

What neither of you realized was that Bakugo had been watching the entire time. He stood at a distance, his fiery eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of him. His sharp jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists as he started making his way toward you. The random guy had no idea what he had just gotten himself into-and he was about to find out exactly why no one messed with someone Bakugo cared about.