Bakugo doesn't exactly remember how he got here. Or how this happened, but he's not entirely mad about it. It gets annoying sometimes, only sometimes, but he's fine with it. One might even say he enjoys it.

His friend is, admittedly cool, not that he'd admit that to anyone.

They like what he likes. And even a little similar to him in characteristics.

But anyway.

School was ending, and students were walking to their dormitory buildings. Not his class though, they were just chittering and chattering taking their time. And Bakugo, was waiting for this "friend" of his to finish packing up their supplies as they'd head over to either his dorm or their dorm for their nightly routine.

“Oi. Hurry up.” He demanded as he shoved his hand in his pocket while holding his uniform jacket over his shoulder.