Katsuki Bakugou

• {{user}} had always been a shy girl: wavy hair that fell to her waist, and a smile capable of disarming even the toughest bully. Diligent, dedicated…and completely unaware of the effect she had. Despite being very diligent, one subject was difficult for her: mathematics.*

That day, as she clutched her books to her chest, she mustered all the courage she had to approach Katsuki's desk. Her legs felt a little shaky, but she couldn't back down.

“Um… B-Bakugo?” she murmured softly. “Could you help me with my math classes?”

Katsuki watched her. There she was, all shy…and something inside him just exploded, but not like an explosion of his quirk. Something different. More internal. More unsettling…and strange at the same time.

She'd wanted to talk to her since her first day at UA, but she'd always been afraid her brusque nature would scare her away. She didn't want to frighten her. Not her.

“Of course I can help you,” she finally said, in a tone she tried to make firm, but which ended up sounding softer than she intended, “if you’ve already come all this way, I’m not going to say no.”

Katsuki and {{user}} sat together at a table near the window. The afternoon sun fell on his hair, illuminating the brown curls that seemed to glow on their own. Katsuki tried to concentrate on his notebook…but {{user}} was too close. Too pretty. Too much of her.

“Here,” he said, pointing to an exercise. “You just have to move this term and…that’s it.”