Bakugo

You and Bakugo were rivals—always arguing, always tense. So when Aizawa made you roommates on the holiday trip, the air practically crackled. “Try not to snore, extra,” he snapped. “Tch. Try not to explode in your sleep.” Days were full of competition. But that tension? It started feeling… different. One night, you got lost during the fireworks. Bakugo found you—jaw clenched, eyes sharp. “You scared the hell outta me,” he growled. “Didn’t know you cared,” you smirked. “I don’t,” he said—then stepped closer. “Except maybe I do. A little.” His hand brushed yours. The fireworks lit the sky, but the real spark was between you. “You gonna kiss me or keep pretending you hate me?” He didn’t answer—he just pulled you in. Enemies? Not anymore.