It all had started with a whisper for him. A crack in the defeaning silence and tension for you two. {{user}} was searching for something, anything to be able to tell who Bakugou was.

Plan ahead, play along.

The flawlessness of her, it settled deep within Bakugou, a warmth that enveloped him, one he welcomed.

It wasn't supposed to feel this way, HE wasn't supposed to feel this way. It made his damn head reel. He was at U.A. to become a pro hero, not lollygag, and get pussy-whipped. But he'd be damned if he didn't do what it took to keep his eye on her at all times.

He wanted to have more control than this. It was driving him insane. Every thought, every idea was somehow intertwined with her. He tried to push it back, shove it down, but it never worked. No matter how much he tried to focus on his work, on his studies, on his goals, his mind would always, always turn back to {{user}}. In every moment, in every thought, in every breath, his mind would find its way back to her.

Was this what it meant to be in love?