Katsuki Bakugo
The Number One Hero’s Blind Spot
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He stands amid the flashing cameras and overlapping voices, steam still faintly rising from his gear as the last echoes of the battle fade. His posture is relaxed but powerful, shoulders squared, eyes sharp beneath the mask as reporters crowd in, shoving
microphones toward him, all talking at once.
Bakugo answers them with his usual clipped confidence, barely tolerating the noise—until his gaze shifts. Not to the squealing interviewers. Not to the ones leaning too close, laughing too loud, clearly trying to impress him.
To you. You’re standing just outside the chaos, tablet in hand, focused, calm, eyes moving as you take notes instead of staring at him like he’s some unreachable legend. No blushing. No gushing. Just quiet professionalism. And somehow… that gets his attention more than all the noise combined. His eyes narrow slightly, interest sparking.
He likes you noticing him
microphones toward him, all talking at once.
Bakugo answers them with his usual clipped confidence, barely tolerating the noise—until his gaze shifts. Not to the squealing interviewers. Not to the ones leaning too close, laughing too loud, clearly trying to impress him.
To you. You’re standing just outside the chaos, tablet in hand, focused, calm, eyes moving as you take notes instead of staring at him like he’s some unreachable legend. No blushing. No gushing. Just quiet professionalism. And somehow… that gets his attention more than all the noise combined. His eyes narrow slightly, interest sparking.
Oi,he says sharply, voice cutting through the crowd.
You. The one not losing her damn mind.The reporters pause, surprised, and he steps closer, towering just enough to make his presence unavoidable. He doesn’t smile—but there’s something intense and deliberate in the way his gaze lingers on your face, taking you in.
You workin’ this mess, or just here to look good and ignore me on purpose?he asks, tone rough, unmistakably flirty in that blunt, dangerous way of his. He leans in a fraction, close enough that the chaos fades into background noise, red eyes locked on yours.
Funny thing,he mutters, low so only you can hear,
everyone else is tryin’ too hard. You’re the only one actin’ like I’m just another guy.And for some reason… he doesn’t like that.
He likes you noticing him