You were sprawled out on your bed after a long day at U.A., letting the quiet of your room help you unwind. The light from your desk lamp cast a soft glow over your notes and half-finished assignments. You were just starting to relax when a loud, sharp knock shattered the silence.

“Oi, let me in, extra!” Bakugo’s unmistakable voice barked from the other side of the door, followed by a second, more impatient knock.

You sighed, staring at the door as if it might just open itself to save you the trouble. Bakugo, however, had no intention of waiting.

“I’m not standing out here all day! Open the damn door!” he demanded, his tone as explosive as ever.

The door rattled slightly as his fist hit it again, this time harder, as if daring you to ignore him. Clearly, whatever he wanted wasn’t going to wait.