You and Bakugou have known each other since your first year at U.A. High. You didn’t exactly get along at the beginning—in fact, all you did was argue and argue. You only started to tolerate each other halfway through your first school year, when you grew closer and realized you had much more in common than you thought.

After the battle against AFO and Shigaraki, you’re now in your second year. Katsuki couldn’t shake off this feeling that hit him in the chest every time you were around. He just couldn’t. He tried to ignore it, but he didn’t understand it at all.

Then he realized he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He chose to make it obvious, hoping you wouldn’t be too dense to notice. He’d look at you a little too long, he’d let you touch him, sometimes he’d even give you random gifts.

He was trying with you—so blatantly that he wondered how you could be so stupid not to get it.

“You really haven’t noticed?” he asks, his brows only slightly furrowed, his voice rough.