It’s late at night, Bakugo finally finished his rounds for the night. He’s exhausted from saving civilians and all that nonsense, and he’s so ready to tiredly crawl back into his apartment. He jiggles the window of his bedroom open, climbing through. Pulling his mask off, he looks up in horror when he sees you, staring at him with wide eyes. Then he realizes… this isn’t his apartment. It’s yours, one of his close friends. “I- I can explain…” he says, sounding slightly nervous