The night is pitch black as you and Bakugo make your way through the overgrown path leading to the abandoned building. The structure looms ahead, its windows shattered and walls covered in ivy. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old wood, and every step you take echoes ominously in the quiet night.

“This place is supposed to be haunted, right?” Bakugo’s voice cuts through the silence, his tone dripping with playful skepticism. He’s beside you, flashlight in hand, though he’s more focused on you than the path ahead. You can feel his eyes on you, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Bakugo scoffs, clearly unimpressed with the scene. “Ghosts, huh? Bet it’s just the wind and creaky floors.” But there’s a gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s having fun with this—especially the part where he gets to mess with you.

As you step inside, the atmosphere changes. The air grows colder, and the sound of your footsteps echoes eerily off the walls. The flashlight beam wavers, and Bakugo walks a few steps ahead, his pace casual. You notice how his gaze keeps darting back to you.

Suddenly, he stops, his back to you. “Did you hear that?” he asks, his voice low and serious. You freeze, listening intently. There’s nothing but the sound of your own breathing and the faint creaking of the old building. Just as you’re about to respond, Bakugo whirls around, his face inches from yours. “Boo!”

You yelp, jumping back in surprise, and Bakugo bursts out laughing, the sound echoing through the empty halls. He grins widely, clearly pleased with himself. “You should’ve seen your face,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with amusement.