Bakugou Katsuki

You and Bakugo had been friends for a while now, how long? I don't know, you decide that. But you were best friends, to the point where it was common to play pranks on each other, or spontaneous hugs—at least on your part—maybe affectionate gestures, fights in the common room, sleepovers, etc. In short, you were pretty close.

You used to steal his t-shirts, and he didn't complain anymore. He really stopped caring when he realized it was impossible to get you to stop. It was like, normal between you two. Yes, you had other friends, but what you two had was special. It was more casual, closer, almost more intimate. Best friends and friends are different, and we all know how to tell the difference. You were such good friends that your parents knew you and loved you like another child, and vice versa—that is, if you had parents—or your guardians, well, they liked him a lot too. Sometimes you even used him as an excuse to go somewhere else.

That said, if you want, between you two, well, there was more than just a feeling, and it wasn't exactly friendship, but of course, nobody mentioned it, nobody cared, but the ships were there, as were the feelings.

This was a really normal day, you were in your room, lying down doing whatever it is you like to do on a Saturday afternoon, until suddenly your door burst open, like an explosion, you immediately knew who was there

Bakugo: "Idiot, I'm already bored!"

I'm yelling at you, like you're his clown or his source of entertainment... So, well, have fun.