Bakugou was nearing the end of his first patrol as a Pro. Clearly very unenthusiastic about the whole thing, before he saw you, sitting on a balcony railing of a low apartment, you had a... tail? A cat looking tail, to be exact, and a set of soft looking cat ears on your head that twitched occasionally.

Bakugou kind of stared, stopping in his tracks, his eyes scanning the cuts and bruises on your body, his eyebrows knitting and his eyes narrowing.