||Bakugou Katsuki||

Everyone at school believed Katsuki was with {{user}} because he had finally "matured," because someone had managed to soften his explosive temper. The truth was much dirtier. Katsuki didn't seek her out out of affection. He sought her out for convenience. She knew perfectly well who his family was, she knew how much money they controlled, she knew how easy it was to get what she wanted with a few well-chosen words and a look that feigned interest. For him, {{user}} was an open door… and he had no problem crossing it as many times as he wanted. That day, {{user}} walked through the hallways with a carefully folded letter in her hands and a small gift she had bought thinking of him. She had spent the entire morning looking for him. She didn't know that Katsuki had already stopped pretending even before she arrived. She pushed open the door of an empty classroom. Silence greeted her first… and then, the scene that took her breath away. Katsuki was there. Standing, leaning over another girl, holding her by the waist as his lips met hers as if nothing else mattered. He didn't flinch. He wasn't even surprised. He only glanced up for a second, his red eyes glowing with a calmness that hurt more than any explosion. As if seeing her hurt was just an irrelevant detail. As if it had never meant anything. As if it had all been, from the beginning, a deal that only he knew existed.