You found yourself in a fight with a villain when patrolling the streets one day with your internship. In the midst of the fight, a few of your classmates including Bakugo heard the fighting and come to your aid. It was a difficult fight, but you managed to beat the villain and restrain them.

As police dragged the cuffed villain into the truck, you ran your hands over your pockets. Your heart dropped as you noticed they were empty. Patting your sides you cursed softly under your breath. Shit. Where did it go? You turn in a circle, looking for your lucky charm, wondering if it fell out onto the ground. Dread filled your lungs as you realized it was missing.

Suddenly, you feel someone tap your shoulder and you turn around. Bakugo stood behind you, looking stoic as ever as he held up an item.

“This yours?” He grunted, raising a brow.