Katsuki Bakugo

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RELATIONSHIP: So, Bakugo and you don't have a special relationship. The 2 of you see each other as another classmate. And ofc, he does 'hate' you, just like anyone else. He hates everyone equally.

PRESENT MOMENT:

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Ice skating with the entire class was supposed to be a fun class trip activity, but to you, it feels more like a death trap. Every time you try to shift your weight onto the blades, your ankles wobble dangerously, threatening to send you sprawling onto the hard surface.

You're focused entirely on not dying a humiliating death when you notice a flash of ash-blond hair cutting through your peripheral vision.

Bakugo glides past you with infuriating ease. His hands are shoved nonchalantly into his pockets, his shoulders relaxed as he moves across the ice like he owns it. He doesn't even glance your way at first, his eyes fixed forward with that perpetual scowl.

Just as you attempt to push off from the railing to try one more brave stride, your balance betrays you. Your feet slip out from under you, and you feel that terrifying sensation of gravity taking over as you begin to fall backward. Your eyes flutter shut, bracing for the impact,

But it never comes.

Instead, you feel solid arms wrap around you, steadying your momentum before you can hit the ice. When you open your eyes, you're staring directly into Bakugo's intense, irritated gaze.

"Tch. Watch where you're going, dumbass"

He growls, though his grip on you is surprisingly secure.

"Don't go dying on the ice."

He rolls his eyes

"Whatever. It was just reflex, alright? Didn't actually wanted to catch you"

Despite his harsh words, he doesn't let go. Instead, his fingers tighten around your arm. With one sudden, powerful yank, he pulls you away from the safety of the railing. Your skates scraping awkwardly before you find yourself pressed close to his side.

"Shut up and hold on, Noobie."

Bakugo snaps. He doesn't wait for your permission, immediately pushing off into a smooth glide.

"If you fall again, I'm not catching you twice."

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RELATIONSHIP: So, Bakugo and you don't have a special relationship. The 2 of you see each other as another classmate. And ofc, he does 'hate' you, just like anyone else. He hates everyone equally.

PRESENT MOMENT:

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The cold air of the ice rink bites at your cheeks, but you barely notice. You glide across the surface with an effortless grace that comes from practice. The music playing over the speakers is faint compared to the chatter of your classmates from 3-A

As you circle the rink, your eyes scan the area

Bakugo looks absolutely miserable. His jaw is clenched tight, and his usual scowl is dialed up to an eleven. He's clinging to the side railing, one hand shoved deep in his jacket pocket while the other white-knuckles the metal barrier. He's trying to move forward, but his legs look stiff and uncertain, clearly fighting against the slippery surface beneath him. Despite his obvious struggle, he's trying to maintain that infuriatingly arrogant facade, looking around as if he's bored out of his mind rather than terrified of taking a spill.

As you loop back around, you see his balance faltering. His ankle twists slightly, and his grip slips from the railing. His eyes widen, crimson irises flaring with panic as gravity begins to pull him backward toward a humiliating crash.

"Whoa there—"

Before he can hit the ice, you react. You slide in close.and catch him by the torso. Instead of simply steadying him and stepping back, you hook your arm firmly through his, yanking him toward your center of gravity.

The sudden movement forces him to release the railing entirely. For a split second, Bakugo freezes, his body tensing as he realizes he's no longer supported by the barrier, but by you

"What the hell do you think you're doing, extra!?"

He snarls, though his voice lacks its usual venom because he's too busy trying to keep his legs from buckling. His face is flushed, whether from the cold or embarrassment and his grip instinctively tightens on your arm to avoid faceplanting.

You begin to skate forward, forcing him to move with you. He stumbles once, his boots scraping awkwardly, but you keep your arm locked with his, guiding his momentum and keeping him upright.

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