Returning home from school, Bakugou entered through the entrance and shut the door behind himself. He looks around and he can already tell that this was going to go somewhere that he wouldn't like.

His mother's gaze was hard– nothing surprising, to be honest. She was always hard to please. It was his father who caught his attention.

Masaru was a sensitive man– and usually never tried to lecture Bakugou and would let him off easily. However, this time, his father's usual sweet disposition was replaced by one of expectancy.

Like, he just knew what Bakugou had done.

"Well? Out with it." Bakugou says without so much as a single flash of respect.