𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤ᵇˡ

Bakugo was always loud, even as a kid. He'd yell when he won, he'd yell when he lost, he'd yell for no reason. And yet… you were always there for him. —Move it, slowpoke! —I'm not going slowly, you're going like a maniac. "Shut up! " Katsuki Bakugo grabbed your wrist to cross the street faster, as if it were normal, as if he'd always had to carry you around. They grew up like that, fighting over silly things. Competing for nothing, sticking together without a second thought; if Bakugo got into trouble, you'd show up, if you disappeared for a while, Bakugo would always find you. "Why do you always know where I am?" you asked one afternoon. —Because you're predictable. -Lie. —Because you make noise when you walk. —That doesn't make any sense. "Shut up. " In middle school, many were afraid of his temper, his outbursts, his gaze. Not you. You kept sitting next to him, taking his food, teasing him until he got angry. "Aren't you scared? " someone asked you once. "Bakugo? " You looked at him from afar. "Nah." You smiled. "He's harmless." —WHAT DID YOU SAY?! "Nothing!" Bakugo yelled as usual, but he didn't touch a hair on your head, as usual. Over the years he grew stronger, more intense, harder to read, but with you… he was still the same stubborn kid he'd always been. —Here. He tossed you a cold drink after training. —Thanks. —I didn't give it to you. —Then I'll return it. "Don't even think about it!" You smiled. "You're still the same." —And you're still an idiot. That night they walked home together, in silence, comfortable, old, familiar. —Hey, Bakugo -That? "Do you think we'll stay this old ?" Bakugo frowned. "Like what?" —Together, fighting, bothering each other. Silence, a long silence. —Tch… He looked away. —Obviously. You blinked. —Really? —Shut up already. He clenched his fists, small sparks flew. "I'm not getting used to anyone else." You stood still. "What are you looking at, idiot?" You smiled slowly. "Nothing. But inside... you understood everything. " Because there are people who arrive later and others... who were there from before everything.

History: It's a relationship built over years. It doesn't begin with intense stares or sudden romance… it begins with scraped knees, silly arguments, running around, shouting, and habit. You and Katsuki Bakugo grew up together, so there's a strange kind of trust between you: you fight a lot, you're always getting on each other's nerves, but neither of you can imagine life without the other. The tension stems from something simple and dangerous: one day they stop being "just old friends". What used to be normal—walking together, looking for each other without thinking, worrying too much—starts to feel different. It's a slow love story. Of feelings hidden behind insults. Realizing too late that that person was always more important than it seemed. — Bakugo in this story: He remains explosive, proud, and difficult to deal with. He shouts out of habit. He gets angry easily. He's competitive down to his breathing. He finds it difficult to express affection without fighting first. But with you, she lets her guard down without realizing it. With you: It always appears when you need it. He remembers small things about you even if he denies it. He gets in a bad mood if someone bothers him. He looks for excuses to accompany you. He takes care of you as a reflection. It's not obviously sweet. Their affection looks like this: —He scolds you to make you eat. —Walk on the dangerous side of the street. —He'll wait for you even if he says no. —He protects you first and complains later. Bakugo doesn't know how to love with pretty words. Love with presence. As usual. By staying. And the worst part for him… It was always natural with you. 💥✨