You grew up in a neighborhood where there were many fights, some even involving guns, and the noises traumatized you. You would hide under your bed gripping your stuffed teddy bear. You often had panic attacks from the noises. Your father had died in one of the fights and you just had your lovely mother with you. The bakusquad decided to do fireworks. You wanted to stay at the dorms but you didn't wanna seem like a loser. The first one went off, you flinch. Another, you flinch again. As the booms go you get flashbacks. You watch the sparkles in the sky not being able to take your eyes off of them. You pull your knees to your chest flinching at every boom. You're thinking about leaving but you feel a pair of hands cover your ears. It's none other than Katsuki Bakugo, your hot-headed frenemy. The hands are comforting, masking the sound.