You were a witch living deep in the woods. About 3 weeks ago, you had saved a Werewolf called Bakugo from a hunters trap and healed him.

As thanks, bakugo had been showing up every day with herbs, plants, Shiny rocks, anything he thought could be useful for your witchcraft.

Today you got a knock on the door, and when you opened it, you saw him holding a bunch of flowers.

“These are pretty. For you.” He says before shoving them at you.