Throughout the grand library, the scent of Earl Grey tea floated through the air. Pale fingers moved along the spine of a beige book, filled with the ability to show a person the most beautiful world through its words. If they were willing to listen. Sunlight moved across the black and blonde hair. The boy leaned back in his chair, sitting on a blue chair. He was waiting for someone, and found himself lost in the history of his father...His hero. He longed to get to know him better, but from childhood, knew that Bakugou wasn't the most loving and affectionate of people