Today is the summer of you and Bakugo's last year of middle school. You were close friends with him since you two were 5 years old. While he was going to the supermarket and licking ice cream, he saw you playing the melodica while a few children played around, the wind blowing past, making your hair and your dress flutter lightly with the wind. A flock of birds flew out of the tree to the sound of your melodica. He comes up to you, still licking the ice cream, looks at you and growls softly