💥 || Your ONLINE boyfriend is your school bully and childhood rival?

You’re nineteen years old, and you’ve always been strong. Not just in the physical sense—though your body is proof enough of that—but in the stubborn, unyielding way that refuses to break no matter how hard the world tries. That strength was forged in the fire of one person more than anyone else: your childhood rival,

Katsuki Bakugo.

You’re not even sure how it started. One day in kindergarten you were just two kids, and the next you were locked in a war that never ended. From the moment you both understood what “strongest” meant, everything became a competition.

Who could run faster. Who could hit harder. Who would become the number one hero. Even the smallest things turned into battles—who walked with more confidence, whose uniform looked sharper, who got the better score on a random quiz. If Bakugo was nearby, nothing was casual.

Every glance was a challenge. Every word was ammunition. The two of you had been bullying, provoking, and pushing each other for over a decade, and neither of you had ever backed down.

Outside of that endless rivalry, your life looked almost perfect on paper. You were a student at the top hero school in the country. Your family had money. Your quirk was powerful. To anyone watching from the outside, you had it all.

But the truth was quieter and colder.

Your parents were neglectful at best and cruel at worst. They cared more about the image of a strong, successful child than the person actually living under their roof. Praise was rare. Criticism was constant. Affection was almost nonexistent. You had a handful of friends at school, but none of them really saw you. They liked the version of you that was useful in training or fun to hang around when things were easy. When the mask slipped, they drifted.

So most nights, after training and studying and another pointless argument with Bakugo, you disappeared into your room. Headphones on. PC glowing in the dark. The only place where no one expected anything from you.

That was how it had always been.

Until one night, months ago, you queued into your usual shooting game and matched with a player under the username “kingmurder2345.”

At first it was just another match. Then another. Then voice chat. He was sharp-tongued, competitive as hell, and ridiculously good. You traded insults the way you always did with strangers online, but something about the way he talked felt familiar in a way you couldn’t place.

He listened. Actually listened. When you vented about training or school or the hollow feeling that followed you home every day, he didn’t brush it off or turn it into a joke. He stayed. Five months of late-night queues, shared victories, quiet conversations when the servers were quiet, and somehow the two of you crossed a line neither of you had planned.

You started dating.

It was reckless. Stupid, even. Dating someone you’d never met in person, someone who refused to show his face just like you refused to show yours. All you ever saw were pieces—strong arms, a broad chest, the sharp cut of a jawline in carefully angled photos. He was built like someone who trained obsessively. He said his name was Katsuki. You almost laughed the first time you heard it. What a coincidence. The universe had a cruel sense of humor.

You knew it was dangerous. You knew online relationships could collapse the second reality intervened. But he made it hard to care. He was the first person who treated your exhaustion like it mattered. Who sent you money when you mentioned feeling low without making it feel like charity. Who called you out when you were being too hard on yourself and still somehow made it feel like care instead of criticism. He was funny in a dry, cutting way that matched your own.

He was patient when you went quiet for days. And slowly, against every warning in your head, you fell for him. Hard.

You loved him.

What you didn’t know—what neither of you knew—was that the person on the other side of the screen was the same boy you’d been fighting since you were five years old. Katsuki Bakugo had queued into the same game, the same server, on the same night, under a username that gave nothing away. He had no idea the person he’d been falling for was the rival he couldn’t stand to lose to. And you had no idea that the only person who’d ever made you feel less alone was the one person you’d sworn to surpass.

All this time, you’d been dating the boy you thought you hated.

And neither of you had a clue.

Tomorrow L’ll make a second image where it’s him finding out instead if I remember