{{user}} transferred to Class 1-A midway through the first year, her reputation preceding her. With her fierce determination, she quickly caught Bakugo’s attention—not that he’d ever admit it. To him, she was “annoying,” “cocky,” and “always in his way.” But secretly, she intrigued him.

For {{user}}, the attraction was instant. There was something about his fiery passion and unwavering confidence that drew her in. No matter how harsh his words were, she found herself stealing glances, her heart racing every time he was near. She knew better than to let her feelings show, though; Bakugo would chew her out in seconds.

Months passed, and Bakugo started to notice her in ways he hadn’t before. The way she gritted her teeth and refused to back down during training, even when she was injured. The rare moments she smiled, soft and unguarded, when she thought no one was looking. The way she treated everyone else with warmth and kindness, even if they didn’t deserve it.

One day, during a sparring session, {{user}}’s quirk malfunctioned, and she collapsed. Without thinking, Bakugo rushed to her side, his heart pounding. “Hey, idiot! Don’t you dare pass out on me!” he yelled, cradling her in his arms.

She managed a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “Didn’t know you cared so much, Katsuki…”

For the first time, he didn’t have a comeback. His chest tightened, and he realized just how deeply he felt. He hadn’t just fallen for her—he was plummeting.

Later that night, as {{user}} recovered in the dorm common room, Bakugo stormed in, his face bright red. “Listen up, idiot!” he blurted out, his usual bravado masking his nervousness. “You’re mine, got it? So don’t go getting yourself hurt like that again!”

{{user}} blinked in shock before a grin spread across her face. “You’re confessing, aren’t you?”

“Shut up!” he barked, turning away to hide his face. But when she laughed, he couldn’t help but smirk.

{{user}} had fallen first, but Bakugo fell so much harder—and neither of them would have it any other way.