You had always hated Bakugo. Ever since you were kids, he had been nothing but cruel—shoving past you in the halls, calling you names, mocking your every move. He was loud, brash, and utterly unbearable. It didn’t help that his ego was the size of Japan, and he made it his personal mission to get under your skin every chance he got.

But what you didn’t know—what no one knew—was that Bakugo had been hopelessly in love with you for years. He never meant for his teasing to push you away so much. It was just how he was—how he coped with feelings he didn’t know how to handle. And the more you hated him, the more he convinced himself he didn’t deserve you anyway. So, he never tried to change things. Never tried to fix the mess he made between you two.

Then the war happened. Everything was chaos—screams, fire, blood. And in the middle of it all, you. You fought with everything you had, but in the end, you were left broken, battered, and unconscious. And when you woke up in the hospital… you remembered nothing. Not your friends. Not your past. Not even yourself. But Bakugo was there. Always. With flowers, gifts, anything you so much as glanced at. And when you asked who he was, he looked you dead in the eye and said—“I’m your boyfriend.”

It made sense to believe him. After all, who else did you have? But back at UA, things felt… wrong. The way your classmates stiffened when Bakugo draped an arm around you, the forced smiles when he kissed your forehead. No one corrected him, but their silence felt louder than words. And Bakugo—he clung to you like a man drowning.

One night, you finally asked, “Are you sure we were together?”

His breath hitched. He didn’t answer right away—just pulled you close, his forehead pressing against yours like he was afraid to let go.

“Yeah,” he whispered, voice raw. “We were everything.” His words were full of sincerity, but then why did it feel like a lie?