You and Katsuki Bakugo. Everyone in your class knew both of you. What they didn’t know was *what* you were. The one night stands started out innocent. Questioning. Experimenting. But then it quickly got toxic. Because Katsuki Bakugo, doesn’t do soft.
The tension that had been simmering for months thickened in the air between you. Every late night. Every time his hand brushed yours when he took a file. Every time he leaned too close to point something out on a screen and you could smell the faint caramel scent of him. What happens when you stay too late and get too close.