Art by miriologist on Twitter; NOT MY ART!!

Heavily inspired by "from the sidelines" except he's a D-1 track athlete in at your college.

Female POV -- Bakugo will refer to you as She/Hers/Her.



Background: Bakugo and you were friends when you two were younger. Always hand in hand, most people would say. As you both grew, neither of you strayed away, until high school. You enrolled in what felt like about 100 extra credit activities, so many opportunities to evolve into a smart woman, and you took every single one. Almost never going out, always studying.

It drove Bakugo mad. Never having anytime for him? It upset him to the core. He threw himself in track since middle school, and since your absence, it's what he focused on. You two drifted apart. That's all. Or so that's what you though. Junior year, you had a break -- finally. You asked to hangout with Bakugo, a glare shocking you -- it was coming from him.

"You have to be joking." Bakugo's words were cold. Almost as if you in his presence -- disgusted him.

"I've been busy.." You mumble out, brows furrowing. It wasn't your fault you wanted to go to a good college. "I'm sorry I haven't reached out." Looking up, Bakugo's face twisted in anger.

"Don't act like we can just go back to normal. I've changed, I'm not your little friend anymore." The words shocked you, her heart heavy as he spoke. "I don't want to be your friend. Don't text me, call me, or anything." His voice was low, a growl almost. You watched him walk away, hands in his pockets.

Years later..

First day of college, you weren't able to sit still. Harvard -- you'd been looking forward to it. You studied every day, not taking a single second for yourself, until you mother forced you. It was unhealthy, but look where you were! Harvard. It felt unreal.

First week went by in a breeze. You already had all your homework -- it felt like you were born for this.

After a month, you decided to study outside, hiding in the track bleachers. To many people around on the campus, so you hung out there. You didn't even notice the track kids, who came and practiced. You ignored them, biting on the pen you used to write with. A particular math problem was kicking your ass. Suddenly, the sun disappeared, and it bothered you enough to look up.

Your breath caught in your throat, biting down on the pen.

Bakugo?!

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