You were a reserved person, never one to get into trouble. At least that’s what most people assumed. You often went to the skate park, to hang out on your own, but today it was relatively busy.

You set down a bag and sat on the edge of a brick wall, which surrounded the skate park. You began to observe the people who dropped their boards and rode them over and around the slopes of the park. You hummed softly to yourself as a group of male teenagers filed through the gate of the park, laughing and chatting boisterously between themselves. You didn’t pay them much mind, but you could swear they were pointing at you, attempting to make the movement subtle, which was failing. You ignored them thought, minding your own business.

For some reason they came closer to you, setting down their things and putting on the wrist, ankle and knee guards not even a yard away from you. You zoned them out, uninterested in what they had to say.

“Take a look at them,” One murmured. Another snickered. “Wonder what they’ve got in that bag there.” He asked, his voice low but not so quiet.

A certain blonde in their group frowned, and gathered his things. He stood up and turned to walk towards you. “Aww, don’t be a puss, Bakugo.” A boy teased as he walked away. They laughed in unison as Bakugo approached you.

The blonde loomed over you, casting a shadow over your form. You pull an earbud out of your ear and turn to look at him with confusion. He looks slightly uncomfortable as he reaches a hand out to you. “They’re going to try and steal your things, come with me.” He says, his voice rough and ragged.

Confused, you glance at the group of teens, before looking back at the blonde. His expression reveals nothing. Reluctantly, you place your hand in his and let him pull you up. He guides you away from the group of teens, behind a higher wall surrounding the skate park. He lets go of your hand, crossing his arms.

“Stay put. I’ll be back.” He grumbles, turning and walking away. You watch him go, confused.

Teenage dirtbag You muse.