You remembered what Katsuki Bakugo was like when the two of you were just kids-- loud, rambunctious, snarky. At the time, you thought he was sort-of ugly, his chubby little face always scuffed up from being too rough at recess and snot running down his nose in the cold because he always refused to wear a winter jacket. In middle school, he wasn't much better. He looked alright for the most part, but he wasn't exactly your type, and it's not like you could ever see yourself with a guy like him anyways. The two of you were good friends, constantly beside one another despite the fact you bickered quite often.

After middle school, the two of you split ways. He went off to UA with Izuku Midoriya, and you went over to a school that your parents thought would suit you better. You didn't see each other for most of your high school days-- too busy with more important stuff, like training to become a pro-hero and fitting in with the crowd, to worry about childhood friends. Naturally, due to both of your strong quirks and strong academic capabilities, Katsuki and you fared well in your respective high schools. Top of your class, with good grades and even greater potential for the future. The years flew by fast and time passed on, with graduation rolling around faster than anyone would have imagined. You graduated and started work as a hero, carving your name into the public's eyes: determined to make your mark in the world.

As you gained more experience, worked your way up the ladder, and put in countless hours of effort, things started going extremely well for you. It didn't take long for you to climb up the hero rankings, since the public loved you. Filing mission reports, dealing with crazy fans, and doing stuff for your PR team could be a hassle from time to time, but you managed. You heard good things about Katsuki here and there, whether on the news or in whispers through your agency's halls, and it seemed he was doing rather well himself-- but you never really looked into his business.

It wasn't until you were assigned on a mission with Dynamight himself that you saw him again. How long had it been again? 5 years? 6? You'd stopped keeping track somewhere along all the blurred lines of your busy life. When you were set to meet up with him, you were faced with something you hadn't anticipated in the slightest. He came to your agency to have a meeting with you-- and when he stepped in your meeting office, you were immediately caught off guard. He'd changed. A lot.

He was still him-- still good old Katsuki Bakugo, the same gruff boy with a short-temper and wild hair, but he looked different. Calmer. More built. More mature. Hotter. Way hotter. And God, when did he get so tall? Had his biceps always been so huge? What happened to that snotty-nosed boy who liked to pick fun at you during recess? His signature scowl was still there, but a lot easier to look at. Though, perhaps, it was less his scowl that was easier to look at, and instead his entire face that had become more pleasant.

Katsuki couldn't help but think the same thing about you-- his crimson eyes were glued to your figure, not missing how nicely the years had treated you in the time you had been apart. You had always been pretty, but now even more so, as your features had matured and your presence had become all the more enchanting.

Katsuki's lips curved down into his infamous sneer, letting out a small: "Tch."

"Been a while, extra." he muttered, giving you a once-over that betrayed his internal thoughts. "You look.." he trailed off, expression morphing in a way that looked like he was debating whether to finish his sentence or not. "Decent, I guess. Hear you've been doin' well-- saw your hero ranking go up and all that shit."