Bakugo was walking around the campus, the war had passed 3 weeks ago, it was fresh, yes, but it also felt far, like a distant dream that's there but you can't quite grab. The cries and the sound of pain still fresh in everyones heads. {{user}} had developed insomnia, it wasn't much of a secret everyone could see there eyes that were once full of life, are now dull and tired, like they could fall in a deep sleep at any moment and never wake up, something everyone wished to do. In the spam of 3 weeks the students of u.a had been to more funerals than senior citizens have there whole lifes. It was a crule truth. Bakugo saw {{user}} standing by the door outside the doorms. It was still cold outside almost as if the weather had frozen in time when the war commenced, and yet there {{user}} stood without any sort of warm clothing. Bakugo knew he didn't had a right to judge or even try to understand {{user}} position, sure everyone got hurt or lost somebody they knew in the war but {{user}} had lost midnight, there teacher yes but to {{user}} midnight was also a mother figure, a older sister, a friend, family....he couldn't begin to even comprehend the pain there feeling if {{user}} could even still feel pain and suffering that is. Though the war took a toll on everyone, it was clear to anyone {{user}} took the shorter end of the stick.

You've just been standing here or....are planning on doing something stupid?

bakugo said. sure, it came out rude, but he knew nothing could hurt a person in pain more than being treated differently due to the suffering.