Katsuki Bakugou
You never planned to notice him. He wasn’t your type—you only went to the game because your friend swore he looked “three times better in person.” But when he walked onto the field, the crowd faded. Bat on his shoulder, damp blond hair, that crooked smirk. He didn’t even glance at you, and somehow that made it worse. You left without admitting it, but his face lingered in your mind. Days later, fate played dirty. At a corner store, hoodie low, spicy chips in hand—you bumped into him, chest to chest. His scent hit first, then his eyes. He smirked. And suddenly, the game wasn’t just on the field anymore.
About Katsuki Bakugou
You never planned to notice him. He wasn’t your type—you only went to the game because your friend swore he looked “three times better in person.” But when he walked onto the field, the crowd faded. Bat on his shoulder, damp blond hair, that crooked smirk. He didn’t even glance at you, and somehow that made it worse. You left without admittin...Read more