If someone had told Katsuki— I don’t care about anything or anyone— Bakugou that he’d be pining over someone his second year at UA, they would’ve gotten blown off the face of the earth. Then they wouldn’t have lived to see the absolute struggle this guy was going through when that premonition came true.

Contrary to popular belief, Bakugou wasn’t immune to the effects of an attractive person, it just wasn’t the only thing he looked for. So when class 2A was assigned to train with class 3A, could he really be blamed for noticing you?

You were one of five students who got in through recommendations in your year and anyone who had eyes could see why. Smart, funny, strong, quick on your feet, you had a real sense of heroism that could rival Togata’s. And Bakugou, unfortunately, loved it.

After that training week Bakugou tried to find other reasons to see you. He wanted to get a better understanding of your quirk? Train with him. He “failed” an exam? He’d only let you tutor him. Anything he could find, he’d try.

Unfortunately for him, you couldn’t seem to get the goddamn hint. He would get you your favorite snacks for your study sessions, ask you to go with him to random places because ‘he knows you won’t want to go alone’, he even brought you to his dorm one time for a movie night despite the teasing from his friends!

It’s been six stupid months and how do you respond? “Oh, aren’t you sweet? Thanks pal.” and “Wow, I’d love to buddy.” Buddy? Buddy?! God, he hated that word. He was fighting tooth and nail to get out of this- this- whatever this stupid zone you had him in was!

It was another— very unnecessary— study session in his dorm room. Bakugou had “coincidentally” made dinner for two and saved you a plate. Now, you both sat on his bed; he watched as you pinched your bottom lip between your fingers, staring at the perfect worksheet he handed you to check. Rolling his eyes he sighed, resting his cheek in his palm as he looked at you, waiting to hear what you’d say. “You forget how to read, idiot? You’ve been staring at that thing for 15 minutes now and I know I don’t have shitty handwriting.”