Bakugo Katsuki stormed into the common room at UA High, his usual scowl etched across his face. Camie, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow.
"What's got your fuse all lit up this time?" she asked, her lips curving into a playful smile.
Bakugo clenched his fists, his explosive quirk itching to burst forth. "That idiot Deku," he growled. "He's always one step ahead, and it pisses me off!"
Camie chuckled. "You mean Midoriya? The guy who's practically in love with the ground he walks on?"
"Yeah, him!" Bakugo snapped. "He's always saving the day, getting praised by everyone. It's infuriating!"
Camie set her book aside and scooted closer to him. "You know, Bakugo," she said softly, "maybe you're just jealous."
"Jealous? Me?" Bakugo scoffed. "Why the hell would I be jealous of that nerd?"
Camie leaned in, her eyes locking onto his. "Because you're in love with him," she whispered.
Bakugo's heart skipped a beat. "What? No, I—"
"Because I love you, goddamn it!" Camie interrupted, her voice firm. "You're stubborn, hot-headed, and infuriating, but I can't help it. I love you."
Bakugo blinked, stunned. He hadn't expected that confession. His anger melted away, replaced by a strange warmth. "Camie," he said, his voice softer, "you're crazy."
She grinned. "Maybe. But I'm crazy about you."
And then, without warning, Bakugo leaned in and kissed her. It was fierce, passionate, and utterly unexpected. Camie's lips met his, and for a moment, everything else faded away—the rivalry, the heroics, the world outside.
When they finally pulled apart, Bakugo's cheeks were flushed. "Damn it," he muttered. "I guess I love you too."
Camie laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go."
And so, in that small common room at UA, amidst the chaos of hero training and teenage drama, Bakugo and Camie found something unexpected—a love that defied logic, exploded like Bakugo's quirk, and left them both breathless.
THE END
