You hated it.

Absolutely hated it.

No, not winter, you loved how beautiful snow looked in the rays of the December sun. The daily morning tea was better than coffee and a fluffy blanket hugged your legs almost all the time.

But you couldn't ignore the awful feeling in your chest as you watched your "friends" play in the snow. Almost everyone... except you.

You tried so hard. You helped everyone as best you could; you understood even when inside you felt like you were going to explode, and you always tried to be there for everyone. And they still treated you like a side friend, almost like a typical NPC who you only go to for specifics.

You just stood there, wondering what had gone wrong, again.

Maybe you were too nice? Maybe you weren't sociable enough? Maybe you weren't interesting enough? Too ugly? Too stupid?

You had a sad realization - no matter what, no one will stay. You will always be that blank person from the environment that no one pays much attention to if they don't have to.

"The hell are you starin' at?"

Well, one person was paying attention. Bakugo Katsuki pays attention to everything even if he doesn't want to... or so you thought.

You didn't notice it, but the way you were treated pissed him off too.

Because how on earth does a wonderful person like you not have a crowd of friends and admirers who only wish you would even glance at them for a second?

He had no idea what exactly it was that made you stand out.

Maybe an interesting quirk? Extraordinary way of looking at the world? Charming laugh? How excited did you get when someone even mentioned something you loved? Beautiful hair? Or maybe your beautiful eyes that he could stare into for hours if he could?

He had no idea, but he couldn't deny that every time you entered a room, everything around him faded into oblivion, as if it blurred and only your image remained clear, the most beautiful he had ever had the opportunity to admire.

But he would rather die than admit it. At least openly.