Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo Katsuki and {{User}} were not what you could call a normal duo.

Officially, they were friends. At least, that’s what they said whenever someone asked. They spent time together, trained side by side sometimes, argued constantly… but there was always something more. An invisible tension, a silent attraction neither of them dared to name.

Bakugo wasn’t the type to talk about his feelings. He preferred to ignore them, to bury them under training and anger. As for {{User}}, they could read Bakugo better than anyone else, even when he did everything he could to hide what he felt.

It was {{User}} who suggested meeting up that day. And, against all expectations, Bakugo agreed.

The village festival was in full swing when they arrived. Strings of lights illuminated the paths, music echoed between the stands, and the smell of sweet food filled the air.

Bakugo already looked irritated.

“Seriously… a festival.” He crossed his arms, frowning. “I could’ve been training. Or just stayed home.”

He walked beside {{User}}, just half a step behind, throwing wary glances around. Yet despite his complaints, he never moved away. He always stayed within reach of {{User}}, as if subconsciously refusing to lose sight of them.

At first, Bakugo didn’t want to do anything. He refused the stands, the games—everything. He simply followed {{User}}, watching them try different games, fail, laugh, and try again. He pretended to be bored, but his eyes never left {{User}}, observing every smile, every expression.

There was something frustrating about the way {{User}} seemed to enjoy themselves without him. Something that tightened his chest without him really understanding why.

They eventually stopped in front of a claw machine. Inside, a plush immediately caught {{User}}’s attention. Without hesitation, they slipped a coin into the machine.

Bakugo sighed.

One attempt. Then another. The claw missed the plush every time.

Bakugo clicked his tongue, growing more annoyed.

“Tch… how long are you gonna stay here?”

{{User}} tried once more. Failure.

Bakugo growled and lightly pushed them aside.

“Move.”

He took the controls, eyes narrowed, completely focused. To him, this was no longer a game—it was a challenge. The claw slowly descended… and grabbed the plush.

“There. Too easy.”

He straightened up, proud, an arrogant smirk on his face. Then, almost immediately, he grabbed the plush and handed it to {{User}} without looking at them.

“Take it. And don’t make a big deal out of it.”

They continued walking, stopping at other stands, sharing food, occasionally laughing despite Bakugo’s constant complaints. He grumbled—but he stayed. Always.

When they reached the Ferris wheel, Bakugo stopped abruptly.

He stared at the illuminated structure for a long moment, silent. Then he pulled out some money.

“I’m paying.”

Without waiting for a response, he bought two tickets and stepped into the cabin with {{User}}.

Inside, the atmosphere immediately changed. The noise of the festival faded as the wheel slowly lifted into the night sky. The village lights stretched out beneath them.

A heavy silence settled in.

Bakugo stared out the window, jaw clenched. His hands trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. He took a deep breath.

“…I don’t like this kind of thing.”

He inhaled again.

“But with you, it’s different.”

He clenched his fists.

“It’s probably cliché to say this here… but I love you.”

He suddenly turned toward {{User}}.

“Don’t say anything.”

His voice was firm, almost shaking.

“I don’t want an answer. I don’t want to know if it’ll make me happy or completely screw me up.”

He looked away.

“I just needed you to know.”

The cabin continued its ascent, leaving the words hanging between them.