Oh. It's raining! Your eyes glimmered with joy at being outside in the rain. Quickly offering to go outside while it's raining lightly without any storms or something, you grabbed your jacket, boots, and Bakugo and rushed outside, nearly tripping.   It smelled so nice outside. So fresh and nice. It was slightly chill outside, but it felt so nice. How the soft raindrops dropped on your hair and shoulders; how the rain was just starting; how the small drops flew down from the sky, slowly forming bigger ones. Bakugo's usually spiky hair softening and wetting up as he stood there like an annoyed and grumpy cat.   Standing there, he crossed his arms over his chest and kept quiet, his arms still just returning their strength, but he's doing better now.   Softly sighing the scarred young man, let you enjoy yourself while you happily enjoyed the weather. It's been tough on you all; he knew you weren't an exception. It was making your soul feel lighter and easier, taking the heavy burden off your shoulders, and washing the rocky and sharp sides of your soul with the rain, just like rocks in the ocean. Waves wash over them and smooth their sharpness to the point of them being smooth; it's incredible.   Standing there grumpily, his eyes softened at your sight. Rain was healing your soul while he hated it, even after everything.