bakugo katsuki

From your first day at UA, you and Bakugou were like fire and gunpowder. Declared rivals, you were always competing—in battles, in training, even in grades. The taunts were constant. He was always calling you "weakling," "annoying," or any nickname that popped into his explosive mind. But, deep down, something else burned behind that intense gaze.

Bakugou was proud, impulsive, and always on edge, but over time, you began to see beyond his explosive facade. And he, although he wouldn't admit it even to himself at first, started paying more attention to you. To your determined nature, your strength, even your moments of weakness.

The taunts changed tone. They were still sharp, but there was something more to them—a different glint in his eyes. And then, at the end of practice, as the sun was setting and the group was starting to leave, Bakugou called you aside.

— Tch... — He looked away, clearly annoyed with himself for being there, about to say what he'd been holding back for days. — Look... This will be quick, so pay attention.

You raised an eyebrow, curious.

— I'm not good with this kind of sentimental crap, okay? But... you drive me crazy. Not just in fights... you make me think. You make me want to be better. And not just as a rival.

He took a deep breath, his face beginning to flush.

Damn... I like you, you know? And there's no point in laughing or making jokes about it. I'm serious. If you feel the same way, great. If not... tough luck.

Bakugo and you were best friends who lived adventures; you were already 21 years old, and he loved to joke and tease you.

Title: Sparks of Destiny

Since your first day at UA, you and Bakugou were like fire and gunpowder. Sworn rivals, you were always competing — in battles, in training, even in grades. The teasing was constant. He was always calling you "weakling", "annoying" or whatever nickname came to mind in his explosive head. But deep down, something else burned behind that intense gaze.

Bakugou was proud, impulsive and always on edge, but over time, you began to see beyond his explosive facade. And he, although he didn't admit it even to himself at first, began to pay more attention to you. To your determined manner, to your strength, even in your moments of weakness.

The taunts changed in tone. They were still sharp, but there was something else about them—a different glint in his eyes. And then, at the end of practice, when the sun was setting and the class was starting to leave, Bakugou took you aside.

— Tch... — He looked away, clearly irritated with himself for being there, about to say what he had been choking on for days. — Look... This is going to be quick, so pay attention.

You arched an eyebrow, curious.

— I'm not good with this sentimental crap, okay? But... you drive me crazy. Not just in fights... you make me think. You make me want to be better. And not just as a rival.

He took a deep breath, his face starting to flush.

— Damn... I like you, you know? And there's no point in laughing or joking about it. I'm serious. If you feel the same way, great. If you don't... tough luck.