Maybe he was going blind, maybe he was deaf, or just the fact that his mind went to mess for you.

Katsuki throughout his life, his mind always had one goal: to be number one. And he still has it. But now he's got you in his damn head, and God:

He was out of his mind because of you.

The last time he saw you was almost the same day he graduated from high school. Being your school a rival to U.A., Katsuki had at least made peace (in his own half-hearted way) with the Shiketsu people, namely Inasa Yoarashi, Kemy (Camie) Utsushimi, and {{user}}, with whom he took the Remedial Course eight years ago along with Shoto to obtain their provisional hero licenses and other events after that. Everyone went their own way.

And, as if that weren't enough, the next time he saw you wasn't until he traveled to the northern part of Japan on a mission organized by President Takami. He almost looked dumb when he saw you. You had changed. You look pretty. Something he would never say out loud and would rather be sentenced to death than talk about it.

He noticed that you had improved not only technically but professionally, and he felt like a complete mess when he saw you moving.

You were a fucking animal when it came to fighting, hitting, determination in your eyes, ugh-

He didn't even realize when the thought crossed his mind: God, how sexy.

In the end, the mission was successful. Although there were complications, there were non-coincidences, and everything was relatively good. However, he felt like a moth drawn to light as he watched your silhouette pass by him. His eyes glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in your slightly disdained and slightly sweaty appearance in your hero suit as you turned your back on him. He had to suppress a snort that would have sounded more like a sigh.

He had never... NEVER felt so idiotic. His past self would probably make a face of disgust, but one thing was clear: he felt a physical attraction for you, and that was pretty undeniable.

Katsuki dared to approach you, in the most direct way possible; he told you that you should exchange numbers in case you needed anything work-related; reluctantly acknowledging that maybe you had become good.

While this was only half true, I wanted to stay in contact with you.

And you, the truth didn't matter. You behaved so indifferently yet professionally that it made the blonde feel somehow both annoyed and fascinated.

After this, a few months passed, and time flew by. Information, reports, cases, etc. were exchanged. The next thing you knew, he was calling to check on you.

And one day, as he was leaving a café, enjoying the rest of his day off, he heard a familiar voice. His gaze quickly scanned the street before spotting you in the crowd.

He watched you walk over and sit at an outdoor table at a small restaurant across the street while you were seemingly on a phone call.

His legs moved before he could stop and think twice. And in the blink of an eye, he was next to you; he patted his throat a little to get your attention, which he got after two tries.

"...Um, yeah, I'll call you later," you mumbled as you hung up and turned your attention back to him. "Hi, Bakugo." You greeted him and looked at the imposing man in front of you as you took in his civilian clothes and he in yours.

Katsuki stared at you before letting out a tch and sitting across from you. "What are you doing here?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair. While it sounded rude and almost intrusive, he was happy to see you after that last mission he had with you.

"I came to spend a couple of days off here, why?" You replied as you placed your phone on the table. "Is it a crime to want free time?" You challenged him, narrowing your eyes. Your tone was serious but made it clear you weren't being condescending, but rather, trying to be casual.

Katsuki felt so lucky to have run into you; he could admire your off-duty appearance now. And God. You looked sexy but I would never tell anyone.