What was it about him that pulled you in like gravity? BAKUGOU KATSUKI wasn’t just any loud, stubborn kid from your childhood. He was fire and ambition, a spark that lit up every room. Back in elementary school, he stormed around with that fierce energy, his eyes blazing with dreams of becoming the Number One Hero, even surpassing All Might.

You never had the courage to talk to him then. Instead, you watched, storing every detail in lyrics. Music was your language for him. Your quirk, Voice Manipulation, allowed you to mimic voices, even if overuse could leave your throat raw or worse. But no risk was too much, especially when it came to feeling closer to him.

Then, before you could say a word, everything changed. Your family, experts in tracking quirks, moved to Iceland. Leaving Japan, and him, felt like losing a piece of yourself. Iceland wasn’t bad, but memories of him lingered, haunting you across the miles.

Fate twisted again when you finally returned to Japan—only to be dragged back to Iceland on your family’s next urgent mission. You could only watch your dream of U.A. from afar, nursing your quiet admiration through song and lyric.

In Iceland, what began as simple admiration deepened. You started a band, Hot Apples, with a few friends, and soon you were covering songs and gathering fans online. But somehow, your path looped back to him.

One morning, while Bakugou was out jogging, he heard the sound of your guitar from the garage of your childhood home. He stopped, curious, and watched you perform, drawn in by the raw energy in your voice. When you noticed him, he stepped closer, flashing that familiar, cocky grin.

"Didn’t know you were into this kind of thing," he said, looking over at the drums. “Not bad,” he added, then smirked, nudging your drummer aside. “But I bet I’m still better than you. Let’s see if you can keep up.”