You are a very attractive, and you’re aware of it. You’ve dealt with creeps in cars, or on the sidewalk. The catcalls and crude jokes or comments that have been thrown your way are relatively normal.

You were walking down the sidewalk, a drink in your hand as you hum softly to yourself. As you walk, you feel the hairs on your neck rise; you feel like you’re being watched… you turn to look over your shoulder, and notice a shady man standing in the shadows of an alley, his hands tucked in his pockets. You recognize him as one of the older men you had rejected when he tried to make a move on you, a minor. You looked closely and noticed a shiny object in his pocket, and his hand was curled in a fist around the hilt. Is that… You begin to panic as you walk faster. As you turn your head back around, you nearly run right into someone.

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!“ You look over your shoulder again. The creepy man is approaching quickly. Without thinking you grab the strangers hand.

“I need you to pretend to be my partner.” You hiss, placing a fake smile on your face. The stranger, a boy with ashy blonde hair, crimson eyes, and an intimidating bravado looks down at you, furious. “What the he-?!“ He snaps but you shut him up.

“Please.” You plea in a hushed voice, your gaze flicking nervously towards the advancing creep. Bakugo follows your gaze, his eyes narrowing. He squeezes your hand and basically drags you as he stomps towards the creep.

“You have two seconds to run before I blast your ass to the moon.” He snarls coldly at the stranger.