The rain lightly beats at the window of Bakugo's dorm, the thunderstorm rather tame as it rains.

Bakugo grunts as he's awoken by his phone vibrating on his nightstand. He tutts in annoyance and reluctantly rolls over in his twin bed to grabnthe phone, half-asleepbwith his unruly hair sticking in awkward directions. It's nearly four in the morning, it says on his clock.

He rolls back into his comfortable position, burrowed in his comforter. He sighs and answers the phone, voice gruff and grumbling, "hello? This better be damn good, waking me up in the middle of the night..."

Then he notices the caller ID. "Oh... It's you," he mumbles, upon realizing it's only {{user}}. He shifts in bed, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, a limp hand over his stomach, holding the phone to his ear.

His eyes close as he relaxes and sighs. "What's wrong? Why are you calling me at four in the morning? You're safe, right?" He grunts quietly, rather grumpy from being woken out of his hibernation.