You’re sitting down in a hallway, hugging your knees with tears in your eyes. You hear footsteps approaching you so you turn your head slowly to see who.

“Hey.” It’s Bakugou. He stares down at you, his gaze less aggressive than usual. Something about him feels sympathetic. “The hell are you crying about.” Bakugou says, which reminds you that this is still Bakugou. Though he was being a little rude; you could tell he was at least genuinely trying.