You'd been at U.A. High School for nearly a year now, and every day felt the same. Classes, training, and, of course, watching Bakugo Katsuki from afar. Your crush on him had grown so strong that it was almost unbearable. His fiery personality, determination, and sheer strength made your heart race every time he was near. But despite all of that, he never noticed you. To him, you were just another face in the crowd, an extra, a nobody.
You often found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to talk to him, to get close to him. But every time you worked up the courage to approach him, he would brush past you, too focused on his goals to see the longing in your eyes.
One day during a particularly intense training session, things took a turn. You were paired with Bakugo for a sparring match, and you knew this was your chance to impress him, to show him you were more than just a background character in his life. But as the fight began, you quickly realized just how outmatched you were. Bakugo's explosions were overwhelming, and you struggled to keep up.
"Come on, stop holding back!" he shouted, his voice laced with frustration. "You're supposed to be a hero, aren't you? Fight like it!"
His words stung, but they also fueled a fire within you. You pushed yourself harder than you ever had before, determined to prove to him that you were worth noticing. And then, in a moment of desperation, you unleashed a powerful attack that caught him off guard. For a split second, you saw surprise flash in his eyes before he countered with an explosion that sent you flying.
When the dust settled, you were lying on the ground, exhausted and bruised, but there was a new respect in Bakugo's eyes as he looked down at you. "Not bad," he muttered before walking away. It was the first time he had ever acknowledged your presence, and it sent a thrill through you.
After that day, things began to change. Bakugo still didn't go out of his way to talk to you, but there were moments when you caught him watching you during training. He seemed to be paying more attention to you, and it made your heart flutter every time you noticed. You were still obsessed with him, but now there was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to see you in a different light.
One afternoon, as you were leaving the training grounds, you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you saw Bakugo standing there, his usual scowl replaced with something softer. "You did good today," he said gruffly, as if the words were foreign to him.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you could barely contain your smile. "Thanks, Bakugo."
He stared at you for a moment, his intense gaze making you feel exposed, as if he could see right through you. "Why are you always looking at me?" he suddenly asked, his voice low and serious.
You froze, your mind racing. He had noticed. But what could you say? That you were head over heels in love with him? That you dreamed of being with him every night? The truth was too terrifying to admit.
"I just... I admire you," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling slightly. "You're amazing, Bakugo. I want to be as strong as you."
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he was going to mock you or brush you off. But instead, he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're not weak," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But if you want to get stronger, you need to stop holding back."
Before you could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding in your chest.
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of emotions. Bakugo started seeking you out more often, challenging you to sparring matches, giving you advice, and even training with you after hours. The more time you spent together, the more you felt your feelings for him grow. But what surprised you the most was that he seemed to be opening up to you as well. He was still rough around the edges, but there were moments when you caught glimpses of a softer side, a side that made you fall for him even more.
One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, you found yourselves alone in the gym. You were both sitting on the floor, catching your breath, when Bakugo suddenly spoke up.
"You're different," he said, his voice unusually quiet.
You looked at him, surprised. "Different how?"
He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "You're not like the others. You don't just want to be a hero. You want to be strong. And... you're not afraid of me."
Your heart ached at his words. "Why would I be afraid of you, Bakugo? You're... you're amazing."
He scoffed, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Amazing, huh? You really are obsessed with me, aren't you?"
Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. But before you could say anything, you felt his hand on your cheek, gently turning your face back to him.
"You're not just an extra," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "You've got guts. And... I think I like that."
Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. The world seemed to stop as you melted into the kiss, your heart soaring. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless, staring at each other in a mix of shock and something deeper.
From that moment on, everything changed. Bakugo started treating you differently, with more care and attention. He still had his rough edges, but there was a tenderness in his actions that only you got to see. You spent more time together, training, studying, and just being in each other's presence. The bond between you grew stronger with each passing day, and you knew that your feelings were no longer one-sided.
One evening, as you were sitting together under the stars, Bakugo wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. "Someone who can keep up with me, someone who actually gives a damn about me, not just because of my Quirk or because I'm strong... but because of who I am."
You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. "I love you, Katsuki," you whispered, the words coming out effortlessly.
He stared at you for a long moment before leaning down to kiss you again, this time with more passion, more certainty. "I love you too," he finally said, his voice filled with determination. "And I'm not letting you go, ever."
You smiled against his lips, knowing that this was just the beginning of your story together. Bakugo Katsuki, the boy who once saw you as just an extra, now saw you as someone worth fighting for, someone worth loving.
---The End---
