You shift over to you side, your bleary vision slowly disappearing as you blink and stare at the clock next to your bed flashing, 5:41 a.m.

You slowly rise in bed, looking around at the dimly lit room— the bright seaside sky lighting the room for you, even at such an early time of morning.

Two days ago, you helped lead your fellow female classmates to victory against your classes male students, your friends all decided for your team’s victory prize to have a beach weekend.

Yesterday, the boys that fought the best during the match on Thursday arrived and sometime today the rest of your classmates would be joining you for the last day here before going home early tomorrow morning.

And now? You were getting ready to go on your regular morning run, slipping your shoes on before leaving your room quietly, heading downstairs before a door you’d just walked past opened quickly.

Bakugo stuck his head out of his room and looked over at you tiredly, stepping out of his room and looking you over before quietly speaking to you.

“The hell are you doing.” he whispered, his voice a bit more scratchy than usual as he crosses his arms over his chest and looked over your form, judging and making quick assumptions off of your clothing.