Bakugō looked up at the sky, sighing tiredly. Patrol was one of the very few times he had to himself, no one yelling in his ear, no one fighting over who’s lackey or sidekick he was, silence.

Bakugō found himself harmonizing to himself. His hair gently flowing in the breeze. He flinched when he heard footsteps approaching. — “Who’s… w-who’s there!?”