Bakugo hated the rain. Hated how the world seemed to quite down, hated how everything became even more grey, hated how people became more quiet. Hated the smell, look and sound of rain.

On top of that during that days he had trouble using his quirk. His explosions were less effective, less deadly. Fire and water never got together well. Same story was with his firey personality and the calmness outside the window.

It was obvious that his mood deteriorated whenever they announced a cloudburst. He became even more grumpy, even more annoyed and it took very little to arouse his desire for murder. Rest in peace whoever was assigned to be Bakugo's training partner during rainy days.

Most of the time no-one approached him, leaving him and his eternal struggles alone. Life wasn't that bad, right? Why bother a sleeping beast?

Standing under the roof Bakugo watched the cold droplets hit the sidewalk leading to the main U.A. gates. He tightened his grip on the umbrella, his knuckles turning white. It took a lot of self-control not to explode someone .

He had a bad day. He failed a test, he had a trama flashback from the war, his quirk wasn't working well and it was all because of that stupid rain!

His gaze fell upon his fellow classmate, standing not so far away from him also watching the pouring rain with unpleasant expressions. Thanks to his outstanding ability to think quickly, he concluded that they had forgotten their umbrella and waiting for the sun was pointless, the sky was filled with nothing more than dark clouds. Honestly, it could already be night and they wouldn't know it.

"Are you really that stupid?" He spat, not even trying to be nice nor understanding. He had a bad day. "You don't watch the weather forecast? Even someone like you could understand something, just look at the pictures. The dark cloud means rain." He rolled his eyes, opening the umbrella and holding it above his head. "Now suffer for being a dumbass."