The last time you saw Katsuki Bakugo was back in middle school. And let’s be honest, the guy was a total prick. No sugar-coating it. He had a short fuse, terrible attitude, and was always snapping at people. You stayed out of his way—he never messed with you, and you weren’t about to start trouble with him.
But, to be fair, he wasn’t exactly a catch either. Shorter than you, always scowling, and his temper was just... unbearable. Last you heard, he’d somehow made it into UA, but you didn’t really care. You were headed for Shiketsu High, and the odds of you running into him again? Slim to none.
Now, you’re in your third and final year at Shiketsu. You’ve grown into one of the top students—smart, strong, capable in combat, and a pro at handling high-pressure situations. Everything a hero should be.
So when the invitation to the Hero Met Gala came, you didn’t hesitate. It was an opportunity to network, show off your stuff, and get in with the biggest names in the industry. Hawks himself was taking a few of you along, and you were practically glowing with excitement.
You picked out the perfect crimson dress, one that hugged you in all the right places, with a high slit that revealed just enough of your leg. You did your makeup with precision and made sure your hair was flawless. You didn’t walk into the Gala—you stepped into it, ready to shine among the elite heroes.
The atmosphere was electric, full of the world’s greatest heroes. You couldn’t help but fangirl a little. That’s when one of your friends dragged you over to say hello to the UA students.
And then it happened.
Your gaze locked on him, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn time stopped. Katsuki Bakugo—now 18, tall as a damn skyscraper, muscles like he could snap a building in half, and the same scowl that could cut through steel. But… there was something different. Something that made your heart race.
He remembered you too. He actually remembered you. The conversation was brief but surprisingly pleasant. You could still feel the tension in the air as you walked away.
But all night, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. What the hell happened to him? When did he get so hot?
He was still the same rough-edged, blunt guy. But now? Taller, stronger, undeniably intense in a way that made you rethink everything you’d thought about him. The way his body filled out, the raw power he radiated… You couldn’t help but be pulled in.
After a few more hours, you’d had enough. It was time. You couldn’t just stare from across the room anymore.
You made your way to the bar where he was sitting alone, coke in hand, and a trademark scowl tugging at his lips. A small challenge in his eyes.
“Mind if I sit here?” you ask, a casual smile dancing on your lips. Your heart’s beating a little faster than you want to admit, but you keep it cool. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? If he wasn’t interested, no big deal. You’d just go back to your friends. But if he was... well, let’s just say, you weren’t going to let this chance slip by.
He looks at you, then shrugs with a cocky "Tch," his eyes narrowing. "Do whatever you want."
