“You little shit, c'mere! Y–Damn it! Get 'im!” Bakugou rasped in your direction, almost leaping out from behind the common room couch only to wind up face planting into the thick flooring below, a pained, rough, and irritated groan leaving the teenager.

A much younger version of Bakugou broke into a fit of laughter at the sight, pointing his little finger at the fallen hero as he held his All-Might card tight in his grubby little hands.

He almost growled at the sight, his face red with the stinging pain of meeting face-to-face with the floor. The throbbing sensation only furthering his anger as he grit his pearly whites and almost pounced on the cackling kid.

“You damn little bastard!”

He had made the gruesome mistake of how much of a pain he used to be.