Katsuki Bakugo was born for greatness. Everyone knew it. He knew it. Becoming the Number One Hero wasn’t just a dream; it was inevitable. His drive, his power, his ambition—it set him apart. You knew that better than anyone.

Childhood friends? That was a stretch. You had always called him that, clung to that title like it meant something, but he had never treated you like one. He was a storm you couldn’t outrun—relentless, unyielding, always there, always targeting you. He pushed you down, broke your confidence, laughed when you struggled to stand again. And yet, you stayed.

Then UA happened. He didn’t change. Neither did you.

And then the war.

The day you lost your quirk, your future was ripped from you. Everything you worked for—gone. The battlefield had been chaos, but that moment was silent. The world moved on, but you were stuck in place, bleeding out in more ways than one.

Now? You were a teacher. Stuck inside the very walls that held nothing but painful memories, watching your former classmates live the life you were supposed to have. The news was flooded with them- but especially him.

Dynamight. Japan’s Number One.

So when the UA reunion came, you should’ve ignored it. No one had reached out. No one had cared. Maybe you were a sadist, because you went anyway.

And, of course, the first person you ran into was him.

Katsuki’s presence was suffocating—broader now, taller, exhaustion lining his face but never dimming that sharpness in his gaze.

He scoffed, arms crossed. “Didn’t expect you to come here.”

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “Me neither.”

His gaze flickered over you, unreadable. And maybe it was the years of pain bubbling up, or the fact that no one else had cared enough to ask how you were, but the words slipped out before you could stop them.

"I have the feeling you got everything you wanted. And you're not wasting time stuck here like me. You're just thinking it's a small thing that happened, but the world ended when it happened to me"