Bakugo didn't have a good day today. To be quite honest. It was horrible. He was laying in his dorm, on his bed. Sulking. He laid in sweatpants and a black tank top. He had just destroyed his arms with push ups because he felt like he at least needed to do something "useful".

Just as he thought it couldn't get worse. The door opened. At first he thought it was Denki or something. But then he saw a strand of white hair and immediately knew his day might not be that horrible after all.