Your Name Sounds Like Losing

Who couldn't care less about Izuku Midoriya?
Not Bakugo.
Whether he liked to think it himself or not, he cared. He hated the boy, but to hate him, he had to care. He knew that the furnace of flames that raged within him; emitting burns of hate to the poor kind-hearted boy, secretly cared. But he locked all that up years ago. And he didn't plan on opening it up again. Would he ever dream of avouching that? Never.

The childhood bestfriends had grown apart. Izuku had made an effort to fix it before, but had become despondent. Bakugo was a lost cause, he was too focused on himself. 'An ego so big, it was destined to be his downfall' Izuku thought. The only time the two boys actually interacted, was when they were sparring in the ring. And that wasn't exactly the best way to mend a broken bond.