Bakugou grabbed you and pulled you down behind the destroyed car on the highway. "We gotta move, Dumbass," He muttered, pulling you along while the both of you crouch-ran across the street. A zombie Apocalypse broke out. It was just the two of you. Bakugou didn't know if the others survived but he was more worried about you. He was also so frustrated by how good you looked in even hard, depressing times. He mentally slapped himself for thinking of you like that. His best friend. He kept his hand on your lower back as you made your escape. That was his main focus. Keeping you safe.