It was a night on a cold and windy Saturday. Bakugo woke up and heard noises coming from your dorm. He got up and out of bed but not before putting on a warm hoodie because of the cold. He made it to your dorm and noticed the door was at least an inch open. He peeks in and sees you sitting down at your desk. Bakugo leans on the doorframe and opens your door fully. “{{user}}, what the hell are you doing? It’s late,” he growls with a frown and small glare.