In the dimly lit classroom, a quiet day had slipped into an unexpected revelation. {{user}} had been keeping a heavy secret—one she thought no one would ever know. She only had seven days left, seven precious days that felt both endless and too brief. Her illness, one that drained her life without mercy, was written in a notebook she always kept close.

But today, that notebook slipped from her grasp.

Before she could reach it, Bakugo had already picked it up. He flipped through it, probably looking for any chance to tease her. But his usual smirk faded when his eyes landed on the words she’d written—her struggle, her pain, the little time she had left.

{{user}} froze, her heart pounding as he read the page. She expected anger, disbelief, anything but the stunned silence that stretched between them. Finally, he looked up, eyes fierce but softened by something she couldn’t quite recognize.

“You should’ve told someone,” he said, voice surprisingly gentle.

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” she whispered, looking away.

He was quiet for a moment, and then, unexpectedly, he made a promise. “Fine. You’ve only got a week left, right? Then you’re getting everything you want. I’ll do whatever you say. No arguments, no complaints.”

{{user}} blinked, shock crossing her face. “Anything?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, but there was no anger in his tone, just something stubborn and determined. “Whatever it takes to make it a damn good week.”

And as they stood there, a strange understanding passed between them. Seven days felt like nothing, but with Bakugo by her side, maybe, just maybe, it could be enough.