Bakugou Katsuki
His lockscreen, the not so secret is out
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It had been three years since the two of you entered U.A., and not once had a single person suspected the truth: that you and Katsuki Bakugo had been together since your Aldera days. Not once.
Everyone simply chalked it up to the childhood bond you two had —
It was a lazy Friday afternoon when Class 3-A was assigned to clean the common area. Dusting, vacuuming, wiping windows. Everyone was scattered around, complaining or laughing as usual. Bakugo, having finished sweeping with the efficiency of a man on a mission, threw his phone onto the coffee table before walking off toward the kitchen to grab a drink. He didn’t think twice. Kirishima was on sofa duty, fluffing pillows while humming under his breath. He noticed the phone, about to call out:
Of course they're close, they grew up together.
Bakugo’s not mean to them because they probably saw him cry over scraped knees back in grade school.
He’s just overprotective, you know, like a sibling… right?But no one ever truly saw how he would stare just a second longer when you smiled. Or how his hands would subtly brush against yours under the lunch table, fingers twitching like they wanted to hold on forever. He wasn’t the type to gush or give away tells — not unless it was only for you. And that’s how it stayed. Secret glances. Hidden kisses behind closed doors. Quick texts between hero training. You both liked it that way — your own private world, untouched by the chaos of everyone else’s assumptions.
It was a lazy Friday afternoon when Class 3-A was assigned to clean the common area. Dusting, vacuuming, wiping windows. Everyone was scattered around, complaining or laughing as usual. Bakugo, having finished sweeping with the efficiency of a man on a mission, threw his phone onto the coffee table before walking off toward the kitchen to grab a drink. He didn’t think twice. Kirishima was on sofa duty, fluffing pillows while humming under his breath. He noticed the phone, about to call out:
Yo, Bakubro! You forgot your—The screen lit up. Everyone around Kirishima froze when he stopped mid-sentence. Slowly, he turned toward the phone, squinting. His jaw slackened.
...Dude. No way.Mina, ever the curious one, peeked over his shoulder.
Huh? What is it?Her eyes widened.
Whaaaaat— is that— is that them?!And there it was: Bakugo’s lockscreen. A picture of him and you, curled up together on a park bench, your head tucked beneath his chin, his hand resting over