Katsuki Bakugou had never been one for subtlety. Even as a child, he’d made his disdain for love abundantly clear. Love? He’d scoff, his voice sharp and cutting. What a waste of time. It was a sentiment he’d carried into adulthood, his focus laser-sharp on becoming the number one hero. Emotions? Relationships? They were distractions, weaknesses he couldn’t afford.So, when he started showing up at the agency of the number two hero, Y/N, with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of artisanal sweets, the world collectively blinked in disbelief. Katsuki Bakugou? Courting someone? It was unthinkable. And yet, there he was, day after day, standing in the lobby of her agency, his usual scowl softened into something almost… patient.Y/N, however, wasn’t having it. She’d been burned before—badly. Two years ago, she’d given her heart to someone who’d tossed it aside like it was nothing. Since then, she’d built walls around herself, high and impenetrable. Love wasn’t just a distraction for her; it was a liability. And Katsuki Bakugou, of all people, wasn’t going to change that.“What do you want this time, Bakugou?” she asked, her tone clipped as she stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. Her eyes flicked to the bouquet in his hands—peonies, her favorite—and then to the small box of chocolates he held in the other. She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression unimpressed.“Same as always,” he replied, his voice steady, though there was a flicker of something in his crimson eyes—determination, maybe. Or frustration. “To see you.”She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ve told you before. I’m not interested. I don’t have time for this.”“You keep saying that,” he said, stepping closer. The scent of the flowers filled the space between them, sweet and heady. “But you haven’t given me a real reason why.”“Because I don’t owe you one,” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I don’t owe you anything.”He didn’t flinch. If anything, his gaze only intensified. “You don’t. But I’m not going anywhere until you give me a chance.”She stared at him, her jaw tightening. There was something about the way he looked at her—like he could see past the walls she’d built, like he wasn’t afraid of what he might find on the other side. It unnerved her. “Why are you doing this?” she asked finally, her voice quieter now. “You’re Katsuki Bakugou. You don’t chase people. You don’t… do this.”He shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I’m tired of being predictable.”She snorted, shaking her head. “You’re anything but predictable. That’s the problem.”“Good,” he said, stepping even closer. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the faint scent of caramel and smoke that always seemed to cling to him. “Then maybe I’ll keep surprising you.”Her breath hitched, just slightly, but she recovered quickly, taking a step back. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t have time for games.”“Who said anything about games?” he asked, his voice low. “I’m serious, Y/N. Dead serious.”She looked at him then, really looked at him. His usual bravado was still there, but there was something else too—something softer, something genuine. It made her chest tighten in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge. “Why me?” she asked quietly. “Out of everyone, why are you so fixated on me?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a gentleness that surprised her. His fingers lingered for a moment, just barely grazing her cheek, before he pulled back. “Because you’re worth it,” he said simply.Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly shoved the feeling down. “You don’t know that,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You don’t know me.”“Then let me,” he said, his voice firm but not demanding. “Let me get to know you. Let me show you that not everyone’s going to hurt you.”She opened her mouth to argue, to tell him to leave and never come back, but the words caught in her throat. There was something in his eyes—something raw and honest—that made it impossible to push him away completely. Instead, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”He smirked again, that same cocky grin that usually drove her up the wall. But this time, it felt different. This time, it felt… reassuring. “Not a chance.”She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “You’re impossible.”“And you’re stubborn,” he shot back, his tone light now. “Guess we’re a match made in hell.”She laughed then, a short, surprised sound that seemed to catch both of them off guard. His smirk softened into something warmer, something that made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in years.“Fine,” she said finally, crossing her arms again but with less conviction this time. “You can stay. For now. But don’t think this means anything.”“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though the look in his eyes told a different story.As she turned to walk away, she could feel his gaze on her, heavy and unwavering. And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t mind it. Not entirely.“Oh, and Y/N?” he called after her.She paused, glancing over her shoulder. “What?”He held up the box of chocolates and the bouquet with a grin that was equal parts smug and sincere. “Don’t forget these.”She rolled her eyes but walked back to take them from him anyway. Their fingers brushed as she did, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm that she quickly ignored. “Thanks,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze.“Anytime,” he said, his voice low and teasing.As she walked away again, she couldn’t help but glance back one more time. He was still watching her, his hands in his pockets and that same infuriating smirk on his face. And for some reason, she found herself smiling too.Maybe—just maybe—she was starting to like surprises after all.

Katsuki Bakugou had never been one for subtlety. Even as a child, he’d made his disdain for love abundantly clear. _Love?_ He’d scoff, his voice sharp and cutting. _What a waste of time._ It was a sentiment he’d carried into adulthood, his focus laser-sharp on becoming the number one hero. Emotions? Relationships? They were distractions, weaknesses he couldn’t afford.

So, when he started showing up at the agency of the number two hero, Y/N, with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of artisanal sweets, the world collectively blinked in disbelief. _Katsuki Bakugou? Courting someone?_ It was unthinkable. And yet, there he was, day after day, standing in the lobby of her agency, his usual scowl softened into something almost… patient.

Y/N, however, wasn’t having it. She’d been burned before—badly. Two years ago, she’d given her heart to someone who’d tossed it aside like it was nothing. Since then, she’d built walls around herself, high and impenetrable. Love wasn’t just a distraction for her; it was a liability. And Katsuki Bakugou, of all people, wasn’t going to change that.

“What do you want this time, Bakugou?” she asked, her tone clipped as she stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. Her eyes flicked to the bouquet in his hands—peonies, her favorite—and then to the small box of chocolates he held in the other. She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression unimpressed.

“Same as always,” he replied, his voice steady, though there was a flicker of something in his crimson eyes—determination, maybe. Or frustration. “To see you.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ve told you before. I’m not interested. I don’t have time for this.”

“You keep saying that,” he said, stepping closer. The scent of the flowers filled the space between them, sweet and heady. “But you haven’t given me a real reason why.”

“Because I don’t owe you one,” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I don’t owe you anything.”

He didn’t flinch. If anything, his gaze only intensified. “You don’t. But I’m not going anywhere until you give me a chance.”

She stared at him, her jaw tightening. There was something about the way he looked at her—like he could see past the walls she’d built, like he wasn’t afraid of what he might find on the other side. It unnerved her. “Why are you doing this?” she asked finally, her voice quieter now. “You’re Katsuki Bakugou. You don’t chase people. You don’t… _do_ this.”

He shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I’m tired of being predictable.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “You’re anything but predictable. That’s the problem.”

“Good,” he said, stepping even closer. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the faint scent of caramel and smoke that always seemed to cling to him. “Then maybe I’ll keep surprising you.”

Her breath hitched, just slightly, but she recovered quickly, taking a step back. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t have time for games.”

“Who said anything about games?” he asked, his voice low. “I’m serious, Y/N. Dead serious.”

She looked at him then, really looked at him. His usual bravado was still there, but there was something else too—something softer, something genuine. It made her chest tighten in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge. “Why me?” she asked quietly. “Out of everyone, why are you so fixated on me?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a gentleness that surprised her. His fingers lingered for a moment, just barely grazing her cheek, before he pulled back. “Because you’re worth it,” he said simply.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly shoved the feeling down. “You don’t know that,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You don’t know me.”

“Then let me,” he said, his voice firm but not demanding. “Let me get to know you. Let me show you that not everyone’s going to hurt you.”

She opened her mouth to argue, to tell him to leave and never come back, but the words caught in her throat. There was something in his eyes—something raw and honest—that made it impossible to push him away completely. Instead, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

He smirked again, that same cocky grin that usually drove her up the wall. But this time, it felt different. This time, it felt… reassuring. “Not a chance.”

She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stubborn,” he shot back, his tone light now. “Guess we’re a match made in hell.”

She laughed then, a short, surprised sound that seemed to catch both of them off guard. His smirk softened into something warmer, something that made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

“Fine,” she said finally, crossing her arms again but with less conviction this time. “You can stay. For now. But don’t think this means anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though the look in his eyes told a different story.

As she turned to walk away, she could feel his gaze on her, heavy and unwavering. And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t mind it. Not entirely.

“Oh, and Y/N?” he called after her.

She paused, glancing over her shoulder. “What?”

He held up the box of chocolates and the bouquet with a grin that was equal parts smug and sincere. “Don’t forget these.”

She rolled her eyes but walked back to take them from him anyway. Their fingers brushed as she did, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm that she quickly ignored. “Thanks,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze.

“Anytime,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

As she walked away again, she couldn’t help but glance back one more time. He was still watching her, his hands in his pockets and that same infuriating smirk on his face. And for some reason, she found herself smiling too.

Maybe—just maybe—she was starting to like surprises after all.

Bakugou Katsuki decided to break through Japan's number two heroes' icy heart with a bundle of flowers and expensive sweets. Y/n starts to think, maybe she should give this guy a chance.

But how can she make it easy for herself, after her ex, she hasn't thought about love for two years. It was a whisper in the wind for her.

But katsuki is determined, he'll teach her how to love in the most gentle and loving way a man like him can manage

The one thing love is worth

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