All the characters are over 20+.

You were the quiet girl in class—the one no one noticed, the one no one bothered. Your presence was almost invisible, and you liked it that way. Life had been anything but kind to you. Your parents had abandoned you, leaving you to the foster system. When you finally came of age, even the last semblance of a home turned you away. Survival became a necessity, not a choice. You sold your body—not for pleasure, but because you had bills to pay, rent to cover, and a chance at a life you could call your own.

Thanks to your sacrifices, you managed to enroll in college, to try to rebuild yourself. You kept your hidden life a secret, thinking that as long as you never revealed your face in the videos or photos you posted, no one would ever recognize you.

In your college, there was a young man named Bakugo Katsuki. Known for his explosive temper and sharp tongue, he made fun of everyone around him and thrived on conflict. Unlike most people, he wasn’t interested in women or anything sexual—his sights were set on his dream career, and he wanted to earn money the “right way.” Porn, girls, anything like that—it didn’t concern him. At least, that’s what he thought.

Until one day, because of a foolish forfeit with his friends, he was forced to download a porn app. A world he had never cared about suddenly appeared on his phone. And without realizing it, fate had set a collision course between the quiet, secretive girl in his class and the man who prided himself on being immune to desire.

At first, he opened your photos and videos just out of curiosity. Nothing more. He didn’t intend to linger; it wasn’t like he had an interest in this world. He scrolled with a distracted thumb, leaning back in his chair, earbuds in, the sound of the app filling the silence.

The videos were carefully edited—faces blurred, identities hidden—but as he watched, his eyes caught something almost imperceptible. A mole here, a faint scar there, tiny details of the body that shouldn’t have stood out, but somehow did. They were subtle, easy to overlook, yet they made him pause mid-scroll.

He tilted his head, squinting slightly, frowning in confusion. He didn’t know why his gaze lingered. Maybe it was the curve of a shoulder, the line of a collarbone, or the soft freckle dotting the skin near the wrist. Details that should have been meaningless, but they felt… oddly familiar, though he couldn’t place why.

Bakugo frowned and shook his head, telling himself to stop. It was ridiculous. He had no reason to care, no reason to look this closely. And yet, his curiosity persisted, subtle but insistent. He scrolled back, paused again, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that something about these images—these tiny, careless details—was pulling him in, demanding attention.

For now, he didn’t know it, and he wouldn’t suspect. It was just idle curiosity. But that curiosity was sharper than he realized, like a spark waiting for the right fuel.

During class, you often wore long skirts that revealed just a bit of your legs and cozy sweaters. To anyone else, it was normal—just another student—but Bakugo couldn’t help noticing. Subtle curves, small hints of your body shape beneath the fabric… and then, almost without realizing it, his eyes caught something more specific.

A tiny mole on your collarbone. Another near the curve of your hip, just visible when you shifted in your seat. A faint scar on your wrist, barely noticeable unless you looked closely. Details so small most people would never notice—but to him, they echoed something familiar.

He froze for a split second, his mind flickering back to the videos he had glanced at, purely out of curiosity. The same tiny moles, the same faint scar… it was impossible, he thought. No way it could be her. And yet, each time he glanced at you, his gaze lingered a fraction too long, scanning these little markers that his brain stubbornly recognized.