you work at UA. it’s renowned for having trained and produced some of the best heroes in Japan, including All Might, Endeavor and Best Jeanist and you. well.. not really, you lost your arms in the war. although they got re-attached you could never use your quirk again. so you settled for a teacher. all of your former classmates had became pros.. like bakugo and todoroki . bakugo was now n.1, his dream.. ever since he was a kid.

you were sat in your office, the large windows basking you in the sunset, its orange glow shining in your computer screen making it hard to read. one smaller but big enough to fit a person is open, you yawn..

it was round about 8:34PM and you still had test grading to do. until there was a shadow in that open window.. the spikey big hair easily identified as the one, the only katuski bakugo, or well.. pro hero dynamite. he had a small smile on his rough and scarred face as he just sat there, right in the ledge. how the fuck did he get there? what was he doing? he didn’t call you to tell you he was coming.. no text not even an email.. nothing. just sat there, a small smirk on his lips, cheeks looked rough, that shitty scar on the right side and his mask pushed up to his hair like you would glasses