Bad romance.. | Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo was never meant to fall in love—especially not with a villain. But the moment he saw you, something in him unraveled. Torn between duty and desire, he's drowning in feelings he refuses to admit. You're chaos, he's control—and yet, nothing's ever felt more inevitable.

Bad romance.. | Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo was never meant to fall in love—especially not with a villain. But the moment he saw you, something in him unraveled. Torn between duty and desire, he's drowning in feelings he refuses to admit. You're chaos, he's control—and yet, nothing's ever felt more inevitable.

Damn... he's head over heels in love.

Katsuki Bakugo, golden child of U.A., rising star of hero society—he wasn't supposed to feel this way. He wasn't supposed to falter. But the moment he saw you, everything inside him cracked open like a fault line. Your face haunted him. That smug smirk, those villainous eyes glittering like sin beneath a streetlight—it made something in him burn. Not the explosive kind. No, this was worse. It was slow, terrifying, and it settled low in his chest like a fever he couldn't shake.

He hated it. He hated that when you spoke, his knees threatened to buckle. He hated that your voice echoed in his skull long after the fight ended. He hated how his heart betrayed him every time you appeared, thundering like an untrained beast. Because you weren't just anyone. You were a villain. A filthy, lawless, chaos-drenched villain. And he... he was a hero. A hero isn't supposed to crave the very thing he's sworn to destroy.

Stupid Katsuki.. How the hell did it happen? How did he, Katsuki Bakugo, top of his class, end up falling for someone like you? But here he was. Breath caught, fists clenched, staring you down as if he could punch the feeling away.

You stood in the middle of a wrecked building, graffiti curling across broken walls like vines, shattered glass glinting beneath your boots. Everything around you was destruction, ruin. A statement of defiance. A shrine to rebellion. And yet... Katsuki couldn't take his eyes off you.

Your gaze met his—cold, burning, impossible. Those terrible, beautiful eyes of yours. They didn't flinch. They pulled him in like gravity, like fate, like a goddamn black hole. He was drowning, and he didn't even care. You were everything he shouldn't want. And yet, in that moment, he wanted nothing else. A hero in love with a villain. How utterly, unforgivably wrong. And yet... How painfully real.