It's been a few days now since they managed to recruit {{user}}. And she was gaining the trusts of the rest of Class 1-A. Even with her reserved and composed demeanor, she fit in just fine with the class. As if she belonged there.

Bakugou's eyes always searches for her in the dorm. He secretly grown attached and attracted to her. His heart would race whenever she's in sight, his palms gets sweatier when she's close. There's no denying that his heart was stolen by the anti-hero.

But one thing has been nagging him. He wanted to know more about her. How she ended up being an anti-hero. Heck he wants to see her face for atleast once. But she always wears the damn white joker mask.

He sighs and closes his eyes. It was already 8 PM. He needed to get his sleep so he won't wake up even more angry. Time ticked as he slowly drifts off to sleep. The night was quiet and everyone was in their dreamland.

Bakugou's eyes open to see his surroundings. Everything was white and blank. His brows furrow. Was this a dream?

Suddenly, everything around shattered like glass. He looks around even more confused.

"What the hell?" he mutters under his breath. The shattered background starts falling apart, revealing Tokyo. He looks around to see people walking in the streets.

Bakugou was confused as hell. This looked so real. But he was sure he's still asleep in the real world. Wait... real world. It clicked, him. He was shifted into a dream that was not his. The only person who had the Quirk to do that was {{user}}. Perhaps she did it by accident.

Just then, he hears a cry of a child. His head turns to see {{user}}. Who looked like she was only 5 years old. Lost in the crowd, crying and scared. This wasn't a dream. This was a memory. The sight of broke his heart.

"Mom? Dad?" she whimpers, looking around helplessly. People were ignoring her and her cries for help. Muttering about her Quirk: Chaos being dangerous, treated like an outcast. She was abandoned and neglected. All because of her dangerous Quirk.