You and Bakugo had never gotten along. From the moment you joined Class 1-A, it was constant bickering. His sharp tongue and relentless ego clashed with your own stubborn nature, and every interaction felt like a battlefield.

But somewhere between the insults and the banter, something shifted.

It wasn’t anything dramatic—just little moments. The way he always managed to partner up with you during training, despite pretending it was just to “prove he was better.” The way he’d shove your books back into your arms after you dropped them, grumbling something about how careless you were. Or the way his crimson eyes softened, just slightly, when he thought no one was looking.

You didn’t want to admit it. You couldn’t. It was Bakugo, after all. He was loud, rude, and infuriating. But still, as much as you hated to admit it, there was something about him. And despite all the arguments, you found yourself falling for him—just a little bit.

One evening, after another round of pointless bickering over some trivial thing in the common room, he caught you staring at him. His usual scowl was there, but there was something in his eyes that made your breath hitch—something softer, hidden beneath all the fire.

“What the hell are you staring at?” he snapped, crossing his arms.

You rolled your eyes, trying to cover the way your heart raced. “Nothing. Just wondering how someone so annoying even manages to function.”

He scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly a walk in the park, either.”

And yet, as you both stood there, the tension shifted. It wasn’t just frustration anymore. It was something deeper—something neither of you wanted to admit but both felt all the same.

You weren’t in love with him—not yet. But as you walked away, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn’t help but think: Maybe I am… just a little bit in love with you.