You and Bakugo had been friends for what felt like forever—a constant in your everyday life. Over time, subtle hints emerged in his secret glances and quiet smiles, hints that something deeper was blossoming. In early February, when the chill of winter still lingered, Bakugo surprised you by asking you to be his valentine. In that moment, the world seemed brighter, and you believed love had finally taken root.

For two fleeting weeks, your connection burned intensely. Every stolen moment felt like a lifetime of joy, and you cherished every laugh, every shared secret. But just as suddenly as it had ignited, Bakugo’s passion cooled. Claiming he was bored, he ended the relationship, shattering the bond you had both nurtured for so long. The break-up not only ended your romance—it dismantled the cherished friendship you once had, leaving your heart shattered and your world in disarray.

One restless night, unable to sleep and overwhelmed by memories, you found yourself outside Bakugo’s dorm room. Your pillow was clutched tightly against your chest as you hesitated on the threshold. The door creaked open, and there he was. Bakugo’s tired, crimson eyes met mine, his expression unreadable. You clutched my pillow tighter, heart pounding so hard you thought he might hear it.

“The hell are you doing here?” His voice was quiet, almost cautious. Not like the way he used to tease you when you were just friends. Not like the way he used to mutter your name in the short two weeks you were together.

But you weren’t together anymore.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I… I just needed to see you.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he was going to shut the door in your face. But he didn’t. He just stood there, staring, like he was waiting for you to say something more.