Bakugo couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, but he was no stranger to sleepless nights. So, when the clock hit 3:42 AM, and he knew that by now everyone else was asleep, he decided to do the only thing he could do: train.

The sounds of summer buzzed in the air, in the form of cicadas chirping even at the late hour. Stars splattered across the pitch black sky, illuminated by only the small crescent of a silver moon. Bakugo rubbed an eye as he circled back from the entrance of the 1-A Alliance—Class 1-A’s student dormitory building—around into the backyard that neared a nest of trees. He wore a light grey T-shirt with some shorts, because, after all, there wasn’t any reason to get properly dressed, especially at this hour.

He was expecting to have a quiet training session, but he wasn’t expecting you to be there.