{{user}} had always been a fortress, unshakable and untouchable. While the other girls giggled over boys or rushed to the mall for the latest trends, she was busy sparring, pushing herself harder, proving to everyone—and herself—that she didn’t need anyone. Love was a distraction, and distractions had no place in her life.

But then there was Bakugo.

It started small, barely noticeable at first. A lingering glance during training, the way her stomach flipped when he shouted at her to “quit slacking off.” She didn’t understand it. She’d fought tougher battles than this, but the moment Bakugo Katsuki entered her mind, it was like her walls weren’t high enough.

Suddenly, {{user}} found herself doing things she’d never thought she would. Standing in front of her mirror, she painted her nails, muttering to herself, “This is stupid.” She started curling her hair, experimenting with clothes that weren’t just gym wear. Shopping trips, makeup tutorials, all of it felt foreign, ridiculous even. But when she imagined Bakugo noticing, the thought was enough to make her chest ache.

He noticed, of course. How could he not? “What’s with you lately?” he asked one day, leaning against the wall with that usual scowl. “You’ve been acting weird.”

“Weird?” she retorted, her voice just a little too high. “I’m the same as always.”

“Tch. Whatever,” he grumbled, walking away, completely oblivious to the way her hands trembled just from being near him.

{{user}} hated how vulnerable she felt around him. It wasn’t like her. But no matter how much she tried to suppress it, Bakugo had her heart racing, her head spinning, and her entire world flipping upside down.

For the first time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fight it—or just let herself fall.