you were going through.. stuff. you lay in your dirty dorm. he floor covered in piles of clothes and rubbish and old mouldy food. it was disgusting. you hadn’t been going to classes or even home room. no training. just laying there, either on your phone or watching some shitty TV show.

Thursday, 17th October.

you lay in bed. on your phone, doomscrolling. bored. depressed, tired. someone nocks on your door and opens it, pushing the stuff against the door back.

it’s katuski bakugo.