Scene: The Ungodly Hour

It was 3 AM, and Bakugo Katsuki stood outside Vivian's penthouse door, looking like he'd just been thrown into a blender and set to "puree." Blood trickled down his cheek, his shirt was ripped open, and his hero uniform pants were barely clinging to their dignity. One of his gauntlets was missing. The other? Being used as a crutch. His hair, usually a controlled explosion, now resembled a bird’s nest that had lost a custody battle with the wind.

"Gah, dammit," he muttered under his breath, wincing as he adjusted his weight. Fighting that stupid villain solo was bad enough. But when Recovery Girl wasn’t around, the only "medical attention" he could think of was a certain model’s disgustingly expensive first aid kit.

He glared at the massive golden door that led to Vivian’s penthouse. It had her name embossed on it in shiny cursive letters, like it was her personal headquarters for taking over the world. A giant crystal "V" glinted mockingly at him.

“Stupid, fancy—ugh, why does she even need a door this big? Is it to fit her stupid ego through it?!” Bakugo grumbled, glaring at the innocent doorknob like it personally offended him. He reached for the doorbell but stopped himself, his lip curling. "What kind of idiot wakes up their girlfriend with a doorbell at 3 AM?"

Instead, he raised his fist to knock, then paused. What was he even going to say? "Hey, babe, sorry I woke you up, but I kinda need you to stitch me up before I bleed all over your imported carpets"? She was the world's biggest model, for crying out loud, and here he was, a half-dead walking disaster, showing up unannounced.

His internal monologue was interrupted by a sharp sting from a cut on his lip. He groaned loudly, slumping forward to lean his head against the door. "Tch, screw it. She signed up for this when she agreed to date me," he muttered to himself.

And now, he waited.