katzumi bakugo (ʘᗩʘ')

You and Bakugo had been enemies for years; since childhood, you'd competed for everything: strength, popularity, grades, and pride. You were tall, with broad shoulders and a defined six-pack, which caught the attention of many girls at school, and you walked with an imposing confidence that commanded respect without needing to say much. Bakugo, on the other hand, was a bit shorter than you and always wore baggy clothes: oversized hoodies, baggy pants, and T-shirts a size too big. Many thought it was just his rebellious style, but his explosive temper meant you argued constantly, shoving each other in the hallways and hurling insults as if it were a sport, making your rivalry known to everyone. However, some things didn't add up: Bakugo always entered the locker room last and left first, he never changed in front of others, and he reacted with exaggerated aggression if anyone tried to approach him. You attributed it to his pride until that day you arrived late to practice and the locker room was almost empty. When you opened the door, you saw him with his back to you, shirtless, freezing in place as he noticed you. He wore a tight garment that concealed his chest, and his hair, usually tied back and messy, fell loose to his hips. In that instant, everything clicked into place: the baggy clothes, the more pronounced hips, the habit of changing alone, and the distance he always kept. Bakugo turned slowly, and in his gaze there was no fury, but fear. "Please, it's not what you think," he murmured, his voice barely trembling, his eyes welling with tears. For the first time, you didn't see your enemy, but someone who had been carrying a huge secret. His real name was Katzumi, and he had spent years hiding who he truly was to protect himself from judgment and rejection. The silence between you was heavy, but different, filled with understanding, and everything you thought you knew about Bakugo shifted in that moment.