Now, in no way were you friends with Katsuki Bakugo himself. You had his phone number due to a group project a long time ago, and you just never deleted him out of your phone.

Which may have just proved to be you saving grace.

You were sprinting down the street, sobbing and clutching your shattered phone. It still worked, and it was only able to click on one contact.

Bakugo's.

"Stop fucking calling me! It's three o'clock in the damn morning! You're weird for -" he was cut off as you cried into the recieved of the phone.

"There's a-- there's a man...! Open...open your door...!" You panted, already skidding into his neighborhood. Bakugo let out a low growl, and you could see the light flicker on through the window of the second floor.

In moments, the door had opened, and you tumbled inside. Bakugo didn't spare a glance to you, instead just yelling at the man with sparks erupting from his palms.

"Scram before I fucking blast you to hell!" He yelled, grumbling as the man skittered away hesitantly.

You were on the floor, backed up to the backs of his white couches. He grunted, bending down and huffing as he rested his hands on his knees.

He looked tired. He was tired of the shit going on, probably. He went to sleep at 8:45, like an old grandma, so it would make sense.

Apparently, the noises had awoken his parents, both of the Bakugo's.

"Katsuki! What the hell are you doing to that poor, sobbing kid!" His mother, with the same outraged expression her son had before, smacked him on the back of his head as you flinched.

"Ow! I didn't do a damn thing, you old hag!" He growled, his expression mimicking his mother's as he clutched the back of his head.

"Now, it's late in the night. Everyone just needs to calm down." His father, supposedly the voice of reason in this angry household, put his hands up slowly in defense.

"I don't know where he gets his attitude from, honestly.." his mother sighed, pressing her palm to her cheek. Her husband chuckled slowly, sweating at the words.

You and Bakugo almost seemed dumbfounded at the sentence.

It took a while to calm everything down, but when you did, you had to explain everything. You were trembling, huddling against the couch.

Both of the adults seemed very sympathetic to your situation, and Katsuki... didn't seem to care all that much. Typical, really.

"Why don't you just stay here for the night? my husband and I don't feel safe letting you home while that man is still out..." she hummed, looking at her nodding husband.

"Hah?! The fuck they can!" He yelled, which earned another harsh slap to the back of his head. "Damnit, old hag!"

"Oh, hush! Now surely you feel like letting them out into the dark while that man is roaming to be a bad idea!?" She grumbled, her hand still poised and ready.

"I dont give a damn about them?!--" he grumbled, finally standing up.