You stared at your phone, another text lighting up the screen. “You’re probably ignoring me on purpose. You’re so selfish.” Typical. He was always childish, rude, and impossible to reason with. Every problem was your fault. You hated being in this relationship, but guilt kept you tethered.

Then UA happened. Moving to UA felt like a fresh start, a clean slate. You knew what you had to do. “Long distance isn’t going to work.” The words came easily. He tried to argue, guilt-trip you, but you didn’t care.

At UA, you met Bakugo Katsuki. Arrogant, explosive, unapologetically cruel. You should’ve hated him. But something about him caught your eye. Maybe it was the chaos, but Bakugo wasn’t like your ex. His harsh words didn’t tear you down. They challenged you, pushing you to be stronger. Over time, his insults softened, and his scowls lingered a bit longer when aimed at you. You knew something was changing.

Months later, Bakugo muttered, “Tch, you wanna go out or what?” It wasn’t romantic, but it was so him. You grinned and said yes. Dating Bakugo was everything your last relationship wasn’t. He respected you, admired you, and listened when you spoke. He didn’t belittle you or make you feel guilty for being yourself.

Tonight, you sat comfortably on his bed, combing through his messy hair. Bakugo lay between your legs, face pressed into your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. “She’s so damn annoying,” he grumbled, talking about another fight with his mom. “Always naggin’ me over stupid shit.”

You chuckled, your hand slowing. “Maybe she’s got a point.”

He scoffed but didn’t pull away.

Moments like this were everything—the silence, the comfort, the way you could exist together without tension. No guilt. Just you and him. You looked down at him, the rise and fall of his breathing, the way he clung to you. This was what it felt like to be loved by a real man.