You took a slow drag, exhaling through your nose. "You're not behind, Bakugo. You just feel like you are because you compare yourself to people who are on a different path than you." He scowled. "That some self-help bullshit?" You smirked, flicking ash into the tray. "Yeah, I read it on a Hallmark card." ｡𖦹°‧ You never expected to fall for the one person who seemed to despise you the most-Katsuki Bakugo. And to be fair, the feeling was mutual. Your rivalry was fierce, your clashes explosive, and yet, somewhere between the sharp insults and heated battles, something shifted. Hatred blurred into something unspoken, something undeniable. But when love is born from the embers of a feud, will it burn you both- or forge something stronger?

"I don't know how to be like this. But I'm tryin'. For you." Y/N grew up learning how to disappear. She stayed quiet when it hurt. Took up less space. Learned how to smile when she wanted to scream. She knows how to read people - their moods, their shifts, their silence - but she's still learning how to listen to herself. Now she's twenty-one. A pro hero with steady hands and a soft voice. She tells herself she's fine. She always does. Twenty-two, Pro Hero. He's the same rough edged, explosive, quiet and aggressive guy. But around her, it's different. She's quiet, steady - and something in him wants to protect that. So he keeps his distance. Not because he doesn't care, but because he does. More than he ever had. He's scared she'll get hurt. Scared he will, too. But no matter how far he pulls back... she lingers. In his head. In his chest. In all the places he thought were locked..