The sky was streaked with orange as everyone started wrapping up practice. Bakugo stood off to the side, stretching out his sore arms, sweat glistening on his skin. You were just a few feet away, chatting with Mina and toweling off. All was peaceful…

Until she showed up.

Her name was Sayaka, and she was the type who treated every training session like a fashion show and every guy like her audience.

“Kaaacchan~,” she purred, practically skipping up beside him, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “You looked soooo hot out there today. Like, wow. I could barely focus.”

Bakugo barely blinked. “Didn’t ask.”

But Sayaka kept going, undeterred. “You always act so tough… I bet you need someone who can soften you up. Someone who gets you, y’know? Someone who’s not afraid to handle that big temper of yours~”

Her fingers lightly touched his bicep.

Big mistake.