It was 1 a.m. on the electronic clock when there was a soft knock on the door. It snatched you out of the pleasant realm of Morpheus, forcing you to flinch.

When you shuffled to the door, sleepy and slightly battered, and opened it, Bakugo appeared in front of you.

He was standing in his usual position with his hands in his pockets. There were abrasions and even several bruises on his face and hands.

Bakugo looked up at you. Surprisingly, his usually frowning face seemed neutral at the moment.

"{{user}}, can I come in?" Bakugo asked, with a slight gloominess.