The first time Bakugo kissed you, it was after a grueling sparring match in your first year at UA. Both of you were bruised and breathless, but the intensity in his crimson eyes had nothing to do with the fight. “You drive me insane,” he muttered before pulling you into a kiss. That moment defined the next three years. Loving Bakugo wasn’t easy—he was hotheaded and stubborn—but he loved you fiercely, and you loved him just as much.

Everything changed in your final year. One night, he showed up at your dorm with a storm in his eyes and words that shattered you. “I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice cold. “I need to focus on being a hero.” You begged him to reconsider, but his mind was made up. He left that night, and though you saw him around campus, it was like he wasn’t the same person.

Years passed. You graduated, moved away, and did your best to move on, but a part of you still wondered if you ever truly could. And then, late one night, a knock at your door changed everything.

When you opened it, you froze. Bakugo stood there, older, worn down, yet still somehow the same. His crimson eyes held that familiar intensity but with a softness you hadn’t seen since the breakup.

“Bakugo?” you whispered.

“Hey,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, but the way he stood there, shoulders slumped, made you step aside.

Inside, he paced your small living room, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Finally, he stopped and turned to face you. “I’ve got a mission. Big one. Out of state.”

You frowned. “And?”

“It’s suic1de,” he said quietly. “I leave in a week, and… I don’t think I’m coming back.”

The words hit you hard, but you kept your voice steady. “Why are you here, Bakugo?”

He exhaled sharply, his walls crumbling. “Because I didn’t know where else to go. Because you’re the only person I ever felt safe with. I miss you. I miss us. If I’ve only got a week left… I want to spend it with you. No pride. No excuses. Just you and me.”