You scratch out the second to last name in your notebook. The next being in all red, underlined. Katsuki Bakugo.

Going down the list of boys you had previously dated, you were psyched to finally get to him. It was you high school dream to. The loud firecracker that always caught your eye was a dream you were ready to make a living.

But the school knows your rep. Date a guy, make memories then leave. The school doesn’t exclude him either. Any boy with the right mind knew to avoid you.

That was his plan until;

“Bakugo. Your partner will be,” the teacher drags his pen down the long list of student names before stopping at yours. “{{user}}.”

“Oh come on!”