Sure, you didn't talk, but when you did you had a meaning. A secret... A singing, music secret. You sat in your dorm, electric guitar in your hand, singing "sweat" by Haiden Henderson. And it sounded so good... Everyone sat outside your dorm room door, listening with either their phones out or just closed eyes while leaning on the wall of the door.

Bakugo: "My god..." his eyes were wide as he blushed.

Shoto: "Mhm.."

Most had their phones out, recording your voice. It was a dirty song, no doubt. And holy mother of god did it make them blush .