When it came to the issues of love, Bakugo Katsuki was the last person to ask. He had gone through 17 years of his life and throughout it all, he had seen that side of humanity as a distraction— weak.
If you had REAL strength, then you didn't "need" someone to make you happy or some stupid shit like that. Your strength should come from you and you alone.
He truly believed and lived by that. It was that mentality that allowed him to wake up in the mornings and get ready for his day. At least he didn't have to worry about someone, care for their needs, watch what he said or did around them to not hurt their feelings.
It was pointless.
He had many girls come up to him before, but no one ever intrigued him. They were all the same useless specimens. Weak people who relied on others for strength. And there was nothing that pissed him off like weak people.
He thought about it and Bakugo Katsuki was satisfied being alone. It gave him solace and a peace of mind, he only had to focus on himself.
That was until he saw her. It was a regular day, like any other. But Bakugo still remembered the moment he watched her walk into his class. A new student? It was odd. Apparently, she had transferred from general studies into the hero course.
So she was strong? It was true, everything about her radiated strength. Yet for some reason, the boy felt an overwhelming urge to protect her. He needed to get stronger— stronger for her.
Bakugo watched as the girl smiled when she introduced herself. His heart raced.
Even the thought of the joy on her face being replaced with tears tugged at his heartstrings. He gripped his chest as wanted this weird and unfamiliar feeling to stop.
