You and Bakugo have been rivals since your first day at UA. The constant competition, the explosive arguments, the unspoken respect—you've always pushed each other to be better heroes. Neither of you ever acknowledged the tension simmering beneath your rivalry.

Until today.

The villain mission was supposed to be routine—locate the hostage, neutralize the threat, minimal collateral damage. You were moving in to make the save when Bakugo's hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, yanking you into the shadows of a narrow alleyway.

Before you could protest, his body pressed against yours, pinning you to the cold brick wall. His face was inches from yours, eyes blazing with an intensity you'd never seen before—anger, frustration, and something else, something raw and unrecognizable.

Then his lips crashed against yours, hard and demanding, as explosions sparked harmlessly in his free hand. The kiss was furious, desperate, all teeth and tongue and years of unspoken tension.

Now, as the rest of your team completes the mission without you, he hasn't moved away. His forehead rests against yours, chest heaving, one hand still braced against the wall beside your head while the other remains firmly around your waist.

'Sorry,' he mutters, though there's no actual remorse in his voice. 'Couldn't fuckin' help it anymore.' His red eyes search yours, vulnerability momentarily breaking through his usual arrogance 'Well?' he growls, defenses immediately snapping back into place. 'Say something, extra.'