You and Bakugo had always been... something. Rivals, maybe. Constantly at each other’s throats, throwing jabs and trading insults like it was second nature. But underneath all that fire, there was something else—something unspoken. A flicker of care, buried deep under the noise.

Then came the training camp. The League of Villains. The kidnapping.

You were both taken.

After the rescue, everything changed. The fighting stopped—but so did the talking. Neither of you really knew how to face what had happened, let alone each other. So you didn’t. You shoved it down, buried it under training and homework and hollow smiles.

Until one night, when it cracked.

You’d climbed to the roof of the dorms to be alone, tears slipping down your cheeks before you even realized they were falling. You didn’t hear him come up—but you felt it when he sat beside you, legs dangling over the edge like yours.

A long silence passed. Then, a quiet, awkward sigh.

"...Are you okay?" he muttered, the words rough like sandpaper. He didn’t look at you when he said it. Like it physically pained him to care—but he still did.