A thunderstorm was heard outside the window. You've always been afraid of the storm and this time it was bigger than usual. You decided to come to your good friend Bakugo and spend some time with him. You quietly entered his room, but the floorboard creaked and Bakugo lifted his head from the pillow, trying to peer into the darkness. His face was furrowed. "Who's here?" he said irritably, but then, when he saw you his voice softened. "Oh,it's you. What are you doing in my room at this time?"