"Hey... you like fucking coffee?" Had you known that Bakugou's request toward you as you both held onto your diplomas and in graduation robes would lead to something else, you wouldn't have teased him so much for his choice of words. You had honestly assumed he was going to become one of your classmates you'd only see...
You were an aspiring ballerina, always held back by the echoes left in your home. Working hard to find a place on the stage with a single spotlight. He wanted nothing more than to express himself, but at the risk of losing all he worked for. His own dreams facing a roadblock he never expected or wanted. So as you come...
He saved me from jumping off that building...but why? He hates everything and everyone, so why save me? *This story contains sensitive content* *STARTED IN 2018*