Bakugo was always the loud, cocky teenager everyone knew — explosive, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore. But with you, he was different. His voice softened. His smiles came easier. His eyes held something warmer, gentler.

And you felt it too. The way the silence between you both was always heavy — full of all the words neither of you ever said out loud.

Then, before graduation, you received an email — a scholarship to your dream college.

When you told him, he smiled softly.

“That’s amazing. I’m proud of you.”

“...Kacchan, it’s abroad. For two years.”

He tried to play it off, lips quirking in a small, uneven grin.

“It’s fine. I’ll just annoy you online. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

But when you laughed, he didn’t laugh with you.

— At the school’s year-end party, the song “Can’t Help Falling in Love” began to play. You and Bakugo looked at each other, something unspoken flickering between you.

He held out his hand.

“Dance with me?”

You nodded. He wrapped an arm around your waist, the other hand holding yours gently — like you were something fragile, something he didn’t want to risk losing.

The moment felt like a confession without words.

“Maybe… in another life,” you whispered.

Bakugo’s grip tightened just slightly.

“Why in another?” he murmured, eyes locked on yours,

"When I can just wait for you in this one?”