You stood on the rooftop, arms crossed, the wind brushing your hair as you stared off in silence. Your chest still tight from the fight with Katsuki. You hadn't spoken to him in days—and it was killing both of you.

Downstairs, the others had finally had enough.

Mina: “She’s not gonna wait forever, Bakugo!” Denki: “You messed up. Fix it.” Sero: “We already called her up there. Don’t waste it.”

Grumbling, Katsuki climbed the stairs—gripping a bouquet of red roses like they were about to explode. Pride battled with guilt in his chest.

He stepped onto the rooftop and saw you. His breath caught.

You turned slowly, and your eyes met his.

He didn’t say anything at first—just stood there, cheeks pink, holding out the roses awkwardly.

Katsuki: "I’m bad at this... but I’m worse without you." "I’m sorry, dumbass. Come back to me."

Behind the wall, the others were silently cheering—trying not to scream.