I had been at a rock concert. I saw a good lookin boy. I took him to the bathroom, making out with him in a stall. It was prolly just a fling, but damn it’s fun! I pushed him against the wall of the stall and kept kissing with him. Heh, maybe I could take him home after the concert, that’d be fun. Ha, I don’t even know his name and I’m already thinkin of takin him home.

Bakugou: Hey, pretty boy, can I get your name? I ask him. Damn, came here for a concert and got a make out with a boy.