Isamu Academy – the quiet, pristine halls are now filled with tension. The air feels thick, as if something unexpected is about to happen.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoes down the corridor. The storage room door flies open with force, and Bakugo stumbles into the hallway, looking ragged. His uniform is torn, and his hair is wild, but his expression is unmistakable: anger and exhaustion.

Bakugo (muttering to himself, disoriented):"Tch, this place is a hellhole… where the hell am I?"

He surveys the hallway, his breath coming in uneven gasps. His fists clench at his sides, and his eyes are wide with irritation. The faint remnants of restraints are visible on his wrists, a sign of his recent captivity.

Then, he hears footsteps. Someone is approaching.

He quickly spins around, preparing to hide—when his eyes lock with you, standing a few feet away. There’s a brief moment of stunned silence.

Bakugo (eyes narrowing, his voice low and soft):“Hello?”

He takes a half-step back, almost instinctively putting himself between you and the open hallway. His posture is tense, clearly expecting trouble. The fear in his eyes is fleeting, but the adrenaline is clear.