Everyone in class had to write a paper on who or what inspired them to become a pro-hero. While most people were annoyingly loud about their inspiration, Bakugou seemed quieter than usual. What was even stranger was that you caught him glancing at you a few times. The night before the paper was due, Bakugou barged into your dorm and, without a word, positioned himself behind your desk. After an awkward, tense silence, he finally spoke. “Before you ask, I’m writing my paper about you, dumbass.”