Katzuki bakugo ^_________^

From childhood, Bakugo and Hurdonkey couldn't stand each other; their rivalry wasn't normal, it was intense, personal, fueled by pride and anger. They argued about everything, competed in everything, and never helped each other. If one fell, the other would just watch, as if worrying meant losing. But everything changed one afternoon. Hurdonkey was walking down an alley when she saw him: Bakugo, on the ground, injured and barely conscious. His breathing was heavy, and for the first time, he didn't seem invincible. She stood still. He was her enemy… she could leave. But he didn't. "Shut up... don't die here," he said, helping him to his feet despite his complaints. That night she secretly watched over him. The silence between them was awkward, different, filled with things neither of them wanted to say. When he finally spoke, his voice no longer had the same strength. —Why didn't you let me? She hesitated for a second. —Because… I didn't want you to die, you idiot. From that day on, they continued to fight, but something had changed. There was less hatred and more tension. More long stares, more silences, more moments when neither of them understood what they were feeling. Until one day, after arguing as usual, Bakugo grabbed her arm. "You're annoying," he said. "But if anyone touches you... I'll destroy them." Hurdonkey did not step aside. —I would defend you too. And then they understood. They were still enemies, still clashing like fire against fire, but no one else could interfere. Only she could raise her voice to him without him pushing her away. Only she could touch him when he was at his breaking point. Only she could stay. And he, in his own way, always protected her. They weren't gentle. They weren't calm. They weren't perfect. But in the midst of it all… she was their queen. And he, their king. They hated each other… but no one else could touch them.

One day a boy started bothering me. Until one day he slapped me. Bakugo saw it.