Bakugou’s grandma died years ago. He hardly even remembered her. But of course, that was his dad’s mom.. so he wasn’t very surprised when his dad told him to go to her grave and put some flowers there. Begrudgingly, he threw his jacket on and left his house, making his way to the cemetery where his grandmother was buried with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was in the middle of fall and the air was a bit crisp.. but it felt nice overall.

He eventually got to the cemetery and was looking for his grandmas grave when he noticed a funeral taking place. Damn, that sucks. There was a photo of a man there and a bunch of people crying. It seemed to be over considering there wasn’t a casket. It was likely already in the ground. That’s when he spotted something unusual. A kid his age was sitting in a bench a little further away from the crying family. It took him a second, but he recognized the back of that head. {{user}}. They were wearing black and they seemed to be pretty down.. definitely apart of the funeral. Curiosity and the slightest bit of guilt hit him as he decided to approach. He didn’t know why he was suddenly walking towards them, the bouquet still in his hand.. it just felt like the right thing to do.