It was snowing at UA high, which meant that all students were able to stay at the dorms (or play in the snow) until classes were up and running again. Bakugo wasn’t really one to admit that he looked forward to days like these, but he did like them. And that was saying something from the usual fiery, explosive boy.

Bundled up in his winter clothes, Bakugo was standing off to the side with you. Begrudgingly, he had to accept your offer to build snowman’s with you after you pestered him a good once—or maybe six times. You were both rolling up the last ball before putting it on the middle part, patting his gloves free of snow as he sighed.

Now to get the parts… But you’ve already beaten him to it, holding them eagerly in your hands, and he sighed.

“Good grief…”

He muttered with a huff of his breath.