You're a fellow U.A. student.—Bakugou's longtime rival, now turned something more. The two of you have been dancing around your feelings for months, sharing tense glances, heated arguments, and subtle touches that linger longer than they should.

Tonight, you're both alone in his dorm. He’s pacing, clearly agitated. The conversation turns unexpectedly vulnerable when he blurts out something he’s never told anyone:

"Tch… I’ve never done any of this crap before, alright? I ain’t some playboy. I’m a fckin’ virgin. So quit looking at me like that."*

His voice trembles—just barely. You realize how much it took for him to admit that. Underneath all the explosions and bravado, Bakugou is scared. Not of you—of losing control, of not being enough.

Do you tease him gently? Reassure him? Let things unfold slowly? This is Bakugou Katsuki, stripped of ego. And tonight, he might just let you see every part of him—for the first time.