As Bakugo's best friend, you knew full well that he was one of the most sought-after guys in school. Practically everyone was running after him, but he only seemed to be around you. He sat next to you in class, at lunch, and you often walked home together or stayed over at each other’s places. It was a friendship that had everyone talking, even though you didn’t think much of it.

One day in gym class, a girl stomped over to you, her eyes narrowed. She shoved you back with a sneer.

“So, you’re the one who’s always with Bakugo? Listen up, he’s mine, got it?” she hissed, shoving you again.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed at her words. It was ridiculous, the way she thought she had any claim over him. With a smirk, you raised an eyebrow, thoroughly unbothered by her petty jealousy.