Katsuki Bakugo 💵

I never thought boredom could become a problem. I had everything: money, a big house, parents who gave me more than I asked for. But precisely because of that… it was unbearable. Everything was too easy. Too clean. Too controlled.

So I started looking for trouble. Bad company, alleyways, things I had no business doing. Stealing was stupid, yes… but at least it made my heart beat. My parents thought I went out to “play video games.” And I let them believe it.

I saw her that afternoon. She was walking alone, carrying a paper bag and wearing headphones, oblivious to everything. An easy target, according to my “friends.” And I thought the same thing at first.

Until I approached .

I don't know what the hell happened to me. It wasn't that she was perfect, or that she sparkled like in the movies… but something about her stopped me in my tracks. A calm, tired, genuine expression. Like someone who knew life without luxuries, without lies. Someone who worked for what he had.

And for the first time, raising my hand to take something that wasn't mine seemed... cheap. Pathetic.

My friends urged me on: “Come on, Bakugo, hurry up.”

But I just looked at her. And she looked at me. Directly, without fear.

In that second I thought: I want their number. Ridiculous. Idiotic . Totally out of line. But it was the only thought that crossed my mind . So, of course, I asked for it my way. “Hey,” I said , “Give me your phone.” She raised an eyebrow, ready to hit me with her purse if necessary. And that's when I realized I sounded like a thief again. “Tch… no, not like that, I'm not that cheap. Just… give me your number.” I don't know what was worse: the silence that followed or the fact that my face was burning like I'd run ten kilometers. I was just going to steal her purse, and she… she stole my heart .