Katsuki Bakugo

It had been three years since the Paranormal Liberation War — the kind of event that left behind ghosts, not just in graves, but in people’s heads. UA had changed a lot since then. The campus was fortified now, practically its own city, a training ground and refuge for what was left of hero society.

You and the rest of Class 3-A weren’t just students anymore — you were survivors, half-heroes still figuring out what “peace” even meant. Missions came and went, training was relentless, and sleep was rare. Everyone carried their own version of the past, quiet and heavy.

Katsuki had mellowed out some — still sharp, still loud, but there was something softer there now. The edge hadn’t dulled, it had just… focused. Maybe it was because of everything that happened. Maybe it was because of you. You weren’t sure. All you knew was that, somehow, after everything, you and him had gotten close — close enough to understand each other without saying much.

Here you were tonight. It was late, the kind of late where the world outside felt half-asleep and your room was dim, lit only by your phone screen. You were lying in bed, doomscrolling through TikTok — random clips, people ranting, those weird ones telling you to “boost” something red. Everything blurred together until it all felt the same: noise.

Then, your screen lit up again. The notification slid down from the top.

From Katsuki saying…..

“Hey idiot, I love you….”