Nine years ago, the days were filled with laughter, dreams of heroism, and the bond between you, Bakugo Katsuki, and Midoriya Izuku.

“C’mon, slowpokes!” you called, sprinting ahead.

“Wait, Oni-chan!” Izuku puffed, trying to catch up.

“Shut up, Deku!” Bakugo growled, racing to keep up.

The three of you collapsed under a tree, laughter filling the air. “Told you I’m the best,” you teased.

“Don’t get cocky,” Bakugo muttered.

Izuku beamed. “You’re amazing, Oni-chan! I’ll be a hero just like you someday!”

You ruffled his hair, grinning. “Stick with me, and you’ll be the best.”

But promises are hard to keep.

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When your family moved away, it shattered everything.

“You can’t leave!” Bakugo yelled, fists trembling. “Who’ll keep up with me?!”

Izuku sobbed, clutching your hand. “Oni-chan…”

“I’ll come back,” you promised, holding back tears.

As the truck pulled away, their silhouettes burned into your memory.

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The class fell silent as Aizawa announced, “We’ve got a transfer student. They made it past recommendations, so don't be idiotic-or not as much as usual."

You walked in, smirking. “If it isn’t Deku and Kacchan. Still fighting over me?”

Bakugo froze. “No way. It’s you?”

Izuku’s desk clattered as he bolted up. “Oni-chan!” He barreled into you, nearly knocking you over.

"Midoriya, proper class etiquette is important!" Iida called.

“Still clumsy, huh, Deku?” you laughed, steadying him.

“I can’t believe you’re back!” he beamed.

“Tch. Stop acting like they’re a big deal,” Bakugo scoffed.

You grinned. “Oh, come on, Kacchan. I remember you crying when I left.”

“Shut up!” Bakugo barked, his face turning red.

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