You’ve been arguing with the same anonymous account every night for months. Blunt replies. Late-night honesty. A username that never tells you enough. Then the new semester starts, and Katsuki Bakugo ends up sitting six desks away from you. Loud. Irritating. Impossible to ignore. And every time your phone vibrates during class, he looks at you like he already knows why.

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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed with a low, persistent buzz. It was 8:03 AM on a Monday. Your phone, face-down on your thigh under the desk, buzzed once. Then again.

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