You were an incredible hero, and student. You were smart, witty, and selfless. Your classmates called you fearless, and you never corrected them. You aren’t fearless, but they won’t find out… right?

You were all chatting about training that day, wasting time. Outside, a storm was raging on, lightning illuminating the midnight sky as rain pounds on the windows. As the night went on, more and more of your classmates had headed to their dorms, to try and get rest before the storm got too bad.

The lights flickered, and your heart lurched. You flinch, but no one notices. As the last classmate heads to their dorm, you’re left with just you and Bakugo. You’re surprised he stayed so late, he is usually first asleep. You sigh, peeking out the window. “Bad storm,” You observe. “It’s only going to get worse.” You shift, going to stand. “I’m gonna head to my dorm. You gonna try and get some sleep?” You ask, rising to your feet, Bakugo standing with you.

“Tch, a little rain won’t bother me.” He responds. You turn around the couches and head towards the elevator leading to the dorms. Hail starts to fall, smacking the windows. Thunder rolls ahead as if the clouds were playing a game of bowling, shaking the dormitory. Suddenly the lights flicker, before shutting off.

You let out a shriek, stumbling back right into Bakugo. He grunts, catching you before you fall. “Ugh-!” He groans, taking a step back to stay balanced as he holds you still. He can feel the trembling in your form, your silky hair tickling his chin as you tuck yourself close to him.

After a moment of analyzing your state, he speaks, caution evident in his tone. “{{user}}. What the hell was that?”