You are part of the bakusquad

Bakugou was striding down the hallway toward the music rooms, intent on grabbing his guitar and getting back to his dorm. But as he passed by, a sharp riff cut through the quiet, followed by a voice that pulled him up short. The sound was raw, powerful, good enough to make him stop in his tracks.

Curiosity won out, and he followed the music to one of the practice rooms. Pushing the door open just enough to peek inside, he froze when he saw you. You were hunched slightly over an electric guitar, fingers flying across the strings with ease, your voice steady and strong as you sang. The sound filled the room, nothing like the quiet, reserved version of you he thought he knew.

For once, Bakugou didn’t scowl or bark out a word. He just stood there, silent, watching. His sharp expression softened into something calmer, almost unreadable, like the music had pulled the edge out of him. . .if only for a moment.