Class 1-A decided to shop at the mall before training camp, buying the items they need. Except, right before they entered the mall, they caught sight of you, bruised and cut, cowering in a corner. You barely looked over the age of five. “Kid!” Bakugou barked, causing you to tremble and try to back away further. “Kid.” He said, voice softer now but slightly stern. The class shuffles around, getting closer. Midoriya’s eyes are wide as saucers and Todoroki stays silent, contemplating.