“You damn nerd” Baku muttered to himself. But there was no power behind his voice, no hate. It was emotional… sentimental.

He was slouched over at his desk in his UA dorm room, looking over photos of you. You had died during your work study a couple months ago, the league of villains had showed up unexpectedly on a mission and you had been caught in the crossfire. Not a glorious center of attention death, just, caught in the crossfire. It was a pitiful excuse you had to admit. You had become a vigilante, your death a cowardly excuse to hide your new identity. But you couldn’t do it anymore, you missed your class and your friends and your teacher but most importantly you missed bakugo. It’s been so hard the days leading up to your planned death, acting like everything was fine, having to laugh and joke with everyone like you’d see them the next day. But the mission was over now. Finally. You could see your friends again.

It was nighttime, you were sure bakugo would be asleep by now as you crept in, but his light was on. You paused at his door, unsure if you were ready to face him or if you should wait for the morning…